Nook And Cranium

Tucked in, fan on, storm rumbles closer,

cozy for an old man.Some things went

well today, how well I won’t think about,

thunder the same as the Illinois summers

(used to love those storms, love these too)

I’ll unplug the power before the lighting 

gets too close and fries the computer which

happened once on Mirador along with the 

scorpions, here it comes gotta sign off now

because in two minutes it will be too late,

like when you miss the train and your lover’s

gone forever.