Homecoming

A note to the lost,
the lonely & forlorn:

coming back home
ain't quite all
it's cracked up to be.

A memo to those
out on the road:

the credits don't roll
upon your return
as you walk through the door

the nights just keep on coming
with the days hot on their heels
as the bloated ashtray overflows
and the bottles seek shelter in the corner

even the angels look away