eggs in the morning

the
plain
courtains
are
open
sky
is
covered
by
grey
smoke
man
smoker
swallows
a
cup
of
cool
coffee
same
season
still
not
sure
but
the
butts
and
the
left
leaves
are
all
being
sweeped
by
the
old
sweeper
lady
its
tuesday
it
is
morning
and
it
does
feel
like
it.