Cool Breeze

The dogs are really scratching themselves, this morning

perhaps it’s retribution for all of my past lives.

My coffee has gotten lukewarm, but I drink it anyway;

coffee is mostly the way that I start out my day.

Your daddy bought you your pickup truck

and because of your daddy, you ain’t never been down

on your luck. Cool words are what I need; not jealousy.

I’m on the bus. You’re in your truck. It’s all genetic 

predispositions: who ends up what way. I feel a cool 

breeze blowing on my face. Do cool breezes affect you the same way?