| 10.20.01 i don't mind resisting, calling up at your insistance. 2 o'clock i hope it's raining. concrete calls the fall is waning. the moon trys to get home before the month's end. and i'm wishing on the road for my bed. we're not ready yet so we drink more. coffee & it's an hour til the show starts. pausing to catch glances from the next booth over. and i'm wishing i had stayed home. signs mean that it's slowing. constant cars the traffics growing. i look out the window. the leaves are resisting what will follow. so they stick close to trees & like me get disappointed easily. demanding too much of why i'm here. fucking up the tablature & singing for beer. wonder what i'm doing anymore. why are things like this? this phone-bill means less long goodbyes. so i'll chalk it up to the freezing wind. and i'll repeat what i said til we reach the end. cause we are both trying to get by. on two hours sleep. a cup of coffee and pie. |