The sun rose this morning

No big news?
I woke early
In the dark I faced east
And I willed that sucker up
Now there it is
Hanging in the sky over the Panera
Where Gloria is behind the counter
And says my name with her accent

Y’all can share my sun
But don’t blame me when it hits 90
I just got it going
What it does after that is what it does after that

Believe me, it’s difficult enough starting