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.
