Tuesday Night

All day it’s just air, in and out; until that clock strikes five, and I’m out; On the road on the run finally my spirit starts to hum Some people do yoga, some watch tv for me it’s poetry and tea, Safe talk on a Tuesday night; All day it’s a hard hit the floor and my face pounded to the pavement getting up and falling again Now I’m on my way; I didn’t know how much it was needed until the first night I walked in and the energy was electric; like a stick of dynamite dying to go off each word spoken poetry, smiles, tears, and laughter My safe space, On a Tuesday Night.