Man in the long black coat
as ominous as the Dylan song.
Eyes with wild abandon
Hurricanes happenin’ in them eyes.
Flicking a half-smoked cigarette
into a ***** puddle.
Sizzle of extinguishment
the sound of his life.
The dark cobblestone streets quiet, for once.
His cowboy boots keeping him surprisingly warm,
despite the November cold.
He stands at the crossroads.
If the devil came to make a deal,
he wasn’t sure he could say no.
“Lead me not to temptation.”
too late.
Stories of stuff, not people filled his head.
He found people broke more than stuff.
Warranties.
A whole department there to pay you back.
He lit up again.
Surrender to addiction
Just let it take you.
The nicotine rushed to his head and he exhaled,
feeling a little bit better
than 30 seconds ago.
He thought of the girl at the bar.
God, she could have passed as her twin.
Thinking of her was like
being hit by a battering ram
over and over again.
Crushed chest,
Crushed soul.
Again, he flicked the half-smoked cigarette away.
The cold November night,
The only one joining him tonight.
She’s not coming.
She never was.
