Band Practice
In bed lovesick, waiting for the rain;
Coffee in the air instruments being tuned,
faintly I hear them ready to try again;
Wearing a sleepy smile I swooned;
Nothing like waking up to a song
as I lay in this blanket cocooned;
In this moment is where I belong
imprinting every drop of this;
Don't know I'm listening, I'll play along;
Just stay quiet and I get to witness
the magic of a morning band practice.
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