Bananas in the Morning

Again the clouds descend
to remind me why I’m here
I must have deeply sinned
to deserve yellow weather.

Maybe I tried but not hard
enough to relax easy blue
now all the current trends
suggest the forecast true.

I begin my day as always
a cup of coffee and a poem
upon a tray and climb
the creak stairs up to you.

Maybe it was wrong to eat
a banana every morning
just cause I was a bad son
leaving home no warning.

Your wet summer kisses
the dark stoop outside
your alley door the knob
now turned to nugatory gold.