there's a mattress shop on 6th street.
it's past midnight and it's still open,
it seems they've added a bar.
and i can't see inside,
the windows are all blocked.
i jump off my bike and try wipe away
some dirt from the doorknob.
an unfamiliar face appears in the door
and says
"i don't know what you're looking for
but i ain't been drinking and i ain't lonely.
you're just wishing you were both."
just about that time, my eyes got all wide
and i ran to my bike and jumped aboard it.
while biking past the Wendy's,
some drunkard knocked me down.
and then i lie there quiet,
wishing i felt some other way.
an unfamiliar thought came into my mind
and then
i picked up all my stuff and left my bike for dead
right in the middle of the busy intersection
"no cars are out tonight," i said.
i move my hands a little slow
wiping off the dirt from my knees.
it's october and it's cold.
i won't see the little sun for months now.
and if i can't see my breath i must be a ghost,
but i can't seem to ever scare myself now.
i feel a little lost but mostly driven by
a pulsing dislocation caused by time.