The glue gun to the soul

We survive by the darkest of days,

And live by the brightest of nights.

Sleep with the comfort of coffins-

Awake in beds feeling empty inside.

Cold to touch my friend;

We shiver with liquor

Running through our veins.

This elixir is our coping mechanism

to ease each other’s pain.

We use it to celebrate death and success

For one’s success dies with their name.

Dave clouds the room with tears.

Raise your glass to a man

Who was a father to us.

He made boys grow into men.

As the elixir seeps to my soul

I get the warmth of Mr. Ellington.