which reminds me

I stumbled down stairs , a hedonist prodigy , after 5 weeks up all night and stepped into the street.The swirling pavement swallowed me up to my knees , a nearby tree grabbed me firmly by the shoulder and pulled me free . A caressing branched gave me a blue note for a bowl of coffee .Dazed, I continued on my way . Seated on a bench was a Scottish punk ; he offered me a green Berliner in the missing Grail . Idrank with pleasure and with blood-stained hands I returned the cup to his tartan form.Reaching the first corner,the traffic parted and I crossed the street. The people stared. My local bar was in sight, the first table was set with a steaming bowl of coffee and a fresh morning salad and a message which read "FOR ME". I pulled up a chair and began to enjoy the invitation . On lighting the first cigarette , the remains of the coffee and the table disappeared ; the people stared.Time to go , float down stream.The un sought pleasure of the warmth of the celestial sun fell on my back.A small cloud drifted by,leaving silver rain on the opposite pavement---To be continued :