POEM: "That Spoonful"

That Spoonful
                                         
                               Some men dies about it.
                                  Willie Dixon


Could be a spoonful of money
One more spoonful of hope
The spoon of one more tired mile

That spoon of her look as she walked past

Instant coffee under desert clouds
Of one more inch in the yard
Of the rain that mixes down

The spoonful of you and me
Could be a spoonful of little dreams
A spoonful of the ways and means

I don't think I remember

The many ways to come here
Of the cups that are poured in the sand
A spoonful of what a word can mean

Could be the spoon of old desire
Could be the spoonful of mystery
Maybe the spoon when the door is shut

Every story that was true

Could be the spoon of bad weather
The spoonful sitting in the dark
The spoonful against coming home

Everybody lies about it

The spoonful of being gone.


© 2011 Rob Schackne