We spit stories and sunflower seeds off the bridge
Walking down unimportant crooked roads
With names like summer lane and love street

In the afternoon heat
I popped your soda top
And we walked like we had shoes

The heat glued us together
The cold that once tore us apart
The blizzards would come in
And drag you up into the lonely white sky

The window is open
As we sit smoking
A joint you rolled with care
The sweet notes of night time
And heat roll in and fall asleep on your chest


In a tangle of your arms and blankets
I woke up for work
I put on my greasy boots
And pants with oil stains

Maybe something as simple as goodmorning
And a kiss to the back of a neck
Something like that could start life over
And give me something to breathe about