Thanks For keeping the lights on, You know I'll be coming soon Though I need a plane to get me home I'm way too broke for that. At least I've got you And your endless embrace Of asphalt As a means to rationalize my escape.
No music No air
Hours upon hours Thoughts and Rhymes Some that pass Some that no one will know.
Drinking coffee Filling up Toning down. Leaving my brain back, back All the way down south.
You just can't get that kind of service on a plane. Lest you keep yourself mile-high.
It's always fun solo But two heads are better. Two heads never beat one Always seem to beat each other.
I could use another head right now, How about you keep me in check Check? Checkmate.
Button up your lip Throw away the key Wash your face, No one needs to see you tonight.
That's why you've gone away, right?
What's your story?
I've heard them all. Don't be so quick to think yours is any more unique Than a single crack in the turn of this road.
Every crack's got a purpose A menacing purpose But a purpose is a purpose. It's something to do God knows you've got enough of that on your mind.
... So, what's your story?
Nope, never heard that one before.
No, I have. You're not special Until your deemed not non-special.
It's only the way America works. Don't blame me. Anywhere else in the world, you would lose.
Be thankful For the dim of these lights. the Jersey timberwolves are out tonight.
It means... It means those lights aren't lights. You're not safe here Child.
Yep, eyes Eyes cream, But you're lactose intolerant. A fabled snack A nice after-dinner mint, I'd say.
When you're on a long road at night and the only light you see is the courtesy markings on the way, you get a little antsy. This poem is kinda like that. It feels like this conversation could go somewhere else, though it feels like it's starting to derail.