The Heavens and its Angels come and go
Perhaps a Mormon boy like me should know
I drank a cup of coffee in a bar
I thought of Truxton loop; it seemed too far
Before I died, I lived in Heaven, whole
and loved how Heaven’s Angel calmed my soul
then sweet, within the bar, she called my phone
to calm my loneliness; I was alone
The music there was loud; it drowned her voice
I called her back; the Angel of my choice
I missed my Angel; phones connect or not
the barmaid, Gretchen, served my coffee hot
and then became an Angel, gifted me
my coffee and her smile for nothing, free.