November rolled down I-90
into this town
with the year's first snow and wind
I closed my mouth
into a fading highway line:
straight, short, horizontal
as the grey stains shade its white.
It's Wednesday night
and the tunes inside my car
underline a quiet month
strained through these bars
"What's the score?" say apartment walls
empty seats tied with unreturned phone calls
It stood that way last I took the tally
on shivering walks' shortcuts through alleys
This is just another rut
walked into these roads
where my unabashed feet
and my aching toes
can save my face some embarrassment
when the bent skies straighten out this cracking pavement
Just a little while later,
look back to the Sun,
gonna warm my face in the Winter dawn
and shake off these somber streetsalt thoughts
caught
my friends on the rebound,
we'll remember now
caught
my friends on the rebound,
we'll remember now
I'll be fine again
come February.
Line my stupid fears up,
shade their eyes.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 1:39 PM UTC
November rolled down I-90
into this town
with the year's first snow and wind
I closed my mouth
into a fading highway line:
straight, short, horizontal
as the grey stains shade its white.
It's Wednesday night
and the tunes inside my car
underline a quiet month
strained through these bars
"What's the score?" say apartment walls
empty seats tied with unreturned phone calls
It stood that way last I took the tally
on shivering walks' shortcuts through alleys
This is just another rut
walked into these roads
where my unabashed feet
and my aching toes
can save my face some embarrassment
when the bent skies straighten out this cracking pavement
Just a little while later,
look back to the Sun,
gonna warm my face in the Winter dawn
and shake off these somber streetsalt thoughts
caught
my friends on the rebound,
we'll remember now
caught
my friends on the rebound,
we'll remember now
I'll be fine again
come February.
Line my stupid fears up,
shade their eyes.
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