Watertown Minnesota

The Cafe lights glow with the resisting urge to dim It's not long before the darkness consumes this little town I find myself in tonight Pouring rain, pounding thunder make it hard to keep my smokes alive Shackled beneath a gas station overlay I count the money in my pocket Forty, maybe fifty bucks including change I find an empty car close to the nearest liquor store jack up the handle and bundle up for the night The contents inside include a half eaten blueberry muffin cold coffee, and a dated CD I hate blueberries I pull out what juice is left of my tin stash pour it into the nearly empty Holiday cup To my surprise, the mixture ain't half bad I slip away with the sound of beating rain For my self destruction leads to another man's creation I fall asleep