blustery wintry day with the jacket collar up and knit hat pulled down; eyes looking at the ground
the wind cried for Mary but she was nowhere to be found
sorry, but I will not show you my pocketful of scorpio
last night, lost in jazz, I forgot to to to bed
youths on the street corners and in the alleys full of fire and misplaced angst
your downtown avenues are filled with junior executives, career women
up and comers, down and outers, out and abouters
agitated rivers splashing crashing against beige brown no personality rocks
agitated livers with an ax to grind
went down to the coffeeshop in my best flannel shirt/hiking boots
I ordered a grande cup of happiness but they were all out;
all they had was yesterday’s tasting drip bitterness
I’d like to do nice things for people but it’s out of my comfort zone
flurries falling 6-8 inches possible in time for rush (not rush) hour
sat all alone and stared at my phone
looked up and it was really starting to come down— made me smile
place emptying out but I stayed and ordered some more diesel oil
I’m walking distance away
I’m in no hurry, I’ll just watch the snow come down
