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.