A Drop in Barometric Pressure

The weather’s turned and 
my mood’s gone with it, 
slipping on the asphalt
of my pot-holed mind, 
sliding beneath the covers 
to avoid the morning.
I wonder whether
the needling rain
will clean the street
of its dog shit and spittle
as I ladle coffee extra strong 
to fuel another day
of running away 
indoors.