Note (revised)

good morning
everything’s
quite astonishing outside
and cliches on the radio
are stirring me
for the first time in
i can’t remember
how long

good morning
a grand morning
a stunner of a day ahead
walking around stunned
is on my calendar
which is on my desk
next to the unpaid bills
i’m still in bed
but i’m working on getting up

good morning
a grand day
a worth a grand day
worth a million bucks day
and something tells me
it’ll all be spent

i’m working on getting up
trying to get up
thinking of haze on the meadow
starshine and wood
there’s none of that here
those are some other guy’s
beautiful mornings

that million bucks says
a good morning’s always
followed by afternoon
followed by dusk
and then night
i’m working on getting up
before that happens

good morning
i guess it can’t be helped
it’ll be here and then be gone
my getting up gets it on its way
one leg at a time
my mother used to say
up and at ’em
my father used to say

good morning
i turn the radio off
spread myself across
the whole bed
pull the covers
way up over my closing eyes
get on with
the good morning
the best i hope
to ever have