Coke

There were lines on the wall
that pointed me down in your direction.

Little white lines like strands of hair
Powdering my nostrils as I lean in and whiff.

My window opens out over the country side
My wife never came home from her trip into town.

The sectional plays Taps over and over and over
My heart is transformed through the horn's meditation.

My hair flares up like a fireball and my heart soars in tune
As I follow the lines to the bathroom where you lie wasted in splendor.