glasses, and laptop bound
In my parents’ guest bedroom
the night is clear as far as I know
there’s no rain on the window-
and all it took was a video clip-
memory flashes 2 years back
I was naïve, and curious, and
stepping; a child into the world.
Those first city streets…so new to me
My friend, we drove up the coast, and
flipped a coin for where we’d make our stay…
the Great NW debut day
We ditched the car,
lost ourselves, magnificent.
got pizza and drinks at some random bar
kids in denim jackets, and long sleeve tattoo’s
Graffiti walls, and brickredpubs,
oh, how I believed everything I was doing
all the people and things were wonderful and new…
and I suppose looking back.
I still kind of do.
(waking early in paid parking lots
Walking sun, determined to find that city flat
on no income, little pocket cash)
drunk on that birthday bottle irish whiskey
We slept 2 weeks in our front seats
of that jeep…
no ties, a life in between
the stories of love I’d left behind.
(trapped on a piano key melody off Morrison and 4th)
Under a steady downpour
I soaked up the city’s lore
and erased my past forever more
glasses and nowhere but laptop bound
Back lost in my parents guest bedroom…
there’s no rain on this fucking window.
hell, it’s probably a shitstorm back home..
goddamn, I miss the skies, unowned
…the paths of so many streets still unknown…
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