Bookstore Blues

Odd
Starting to enjoy your life
You realize you'd been sitting
Traffic stopped looking out
a rainy window because
your connection is lagging

Waiting for service
frustration built up
and then creeps out
Traffic is flowing
And you keep going

Paying mind what's going by
You cannot deny
connection with a look
the poor man gazes from his bike
you standing barely hidden from the rain

Smoking a dirty cigarette
laughter and nick names
happy to be welcomed
Wondering if a place becomes more
Knowing you're about to leave

Inspired by Highways and Punk Rock

Corner by the highway
what's left here are
crumbs and seeds
leftovers, new beginnings

Packing up
your whole life in a car
city night lights
welcomed through a fog

the pit
where people push and pick you up
sweet smell lingers
sweat and hand-rolled cigarettes

planting seeds
where you leave your foot
the pacifist leaves
for all the reasons to be angry