New Song: September

Morning,

Hope ye slept well.

September done come & gone. I wrote a song. Got my wife to sing on it. Recorded it all in a little blue room in Philpot, Kentucky.

-A.S. Coomer

September

September done come & gone
I’m staring at the face of a cold, grey dawn
Your legs shake like my hands & lips
Eyes glazed with the stinging mistHold back your anger; step on your fear
Dance sweet & soft, just like that, my dear
For the night is a fickle thing: it either does or it don’t
Let’s spend the rest of it with a beautiful joint

Virginia done up & left
An empty space in a bed unkept
Can’t hold down the coffee, keep back the tears
Cue up the montage, bind your blinds
Here’s to your Lost, Long Gone, Forgotten Years

The slow, slanted snow knows I’m about to go
Singing “mood indigo” under your pale moon’s glow
When winter’s bitter bite cuts like the edge of a rusted knife
You can cleave the days from the last of my nights

September cover idea 1

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A.S. Coomer

Writer. Reader. Musician. Friend to cats. Collector of tattoos.

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