I spilled my soul
into a paper cup.
It overflowed a little,
dribbled down the side;
but otherwise it was
clear and clean and still.
Any old Joe
might have taken it for a drink
and laid a nickel on the counter
for a tip.
I spilled my soul
into a paper cup.
It overflowed a little,
dribbled down the side;
but otherwise it was
clear and clean and still.
Any old Joe
might have taken it for a drink
and laid a nickel on the counter
for a tip.