Note
ride around
in my car
down the same streets
looking for what
no answer in the fountain
just wasted wishes there
the train is coming
down the track
on time
and the coffee
in my cup
is cold
but I drink it
anyway
and the blue bird
teeters on the tip of a tree
that hasn’t formed its height and width
and I can hear a rumble
overhead
looks like a shark to me
and my head is aching
like my heart
and I haven’t a word to say
to you
that you haven’t heard
so I’ll sit where I sit
then get up
and run
somewhere
TL