the scent of wet concrete
too early for the sounds of cars
empty cans lined up
shoulder to shoulder, staring back at me
there's contempt in their eyes
and my mouth's dry
wafting smoke rolls through my lips, past my ears
embers of a cigarette
burning the sides of my fingers
but if I look at the sky
the stars are swallowed by light
i'm awake with no drive
never more than I am
g-d I just want to be alright