It was about half past
twelve at night,
the other day,
I was sitting alone on my own
Like you do
Studying the bottom of my
ashtray
When
blue
It was a long time ago, the last time I'd seen
what color blue it was.
probably 'cause that place
Was roughly where twenty-five
butts
had been
Isn't it funny?
In this strange case,
I thought of your face.