There is a street somewhere in the world with snow and old lamp posts.
Where a man sits under a street light writing.
To no one in particular about nothing in particular
Waiting for a woman to pass him and steal his soul.
Because she is untamable and fierce. But quiet.
There's a notebook in her purse hidden under a flask and two unopened packs of cigarettes.
And she is **** beautiful.
Walking straight towards no where.
On an empty, *** hole filled road in the south.
Hoping to pass a street light covered in snow with a man sitting helplessly underneath
Who could really use two brand new packs of cigarettes
And a shot of whiskey.