Hard Rain
Last night I was drinking and watching Hard Rain
I went outside for a smoke and saw a real hard rain
plowing down on the ground surrounding me
My first reaction was to take a walk,
same as always
This time I actually did it though
Stumbling around on the midnight streets
of the alien neighborhood I live in,
finding myself lost
The road to the left leads back home
I take off running to the right
Running faster and longer than I ever thought I could
The rain slacked,
I'm walking around soaked from head to toe,
feeling foolish
No idea where my false home is
I grew tired,
walked slower,
beginning to give up
I collapsed to the ground,
rolling over to see my house right in front of me
I picked myself up,
limping to the door
The whole event felt significant
I broke it up a million different ways
None of it making any sense,
at least not the kind of sense that fixes things
So now I find myself sleeping with sunglasses on
Laying in bed smoking my Pall Malls down to the filter,
sometimes more
As Tom Waits finds the heart of Saturday night behind my chest plate of stone,
trying to squeeze out a couple more beats before turning cold.
Copyright © Marcus Jones | Year Posted 2006
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