It’s an Eric Church Kind of Morning
Poetry
Published in
Jan 18, 2021
It’s an Eric Church kind of morning
southern twang hitting just right
song all scratchy, like ghosts
haunting good memories, all gone
Some days are blueberry wine
and some days are PBR
all the hops washed out
that cool crisp taste has faded
We went from daydreams
to ghosts in the memory
the pictures are fading fast
there’s a thornbush blooming
Here’s to the haunting
song all scratchy, like ghosts
to the thornbush eating up the rose
it’s an Eric Church kind of morning
