the tune

my morning coffee
was sweetened
by the hums of an old tune
not heard or thought of in years
curious how it came
quite sudden
quite softly
buzzing so warmly
from behind the news

in the afternoon heat
while sipping a tea
i found this old tune
still locked in my soul
why now does it come?
to take me?
to taunt me?
or maybe just spend a day
as a friend?

tonight drinking scotch
in the ice i saw rainbows
swirling in time
with an old ceiling fan
the tune still held fast
as i stumbled
towards cover
wondering if sleep
would bring her back?