Receipt of Almost
Four AM under halogen glare (tick tock) The terminal breathing exhaust in
the air
You sit across with a stranger's smile Holding that memory just for
a while
You frame the shot but look away Like it was happenstance,
like you could stay
A blue receipt from the corner store For things we don't believe
in
anymore
In the shadow
of the motorcycle quiet (motorcycle quiet) We were the spark before the
riot
You pretend
the photo is candid But we crashed before we landed
Paper fading, ink rubbed thin
Where the blue receipt folded in
The ghost of who I should have been
Sitting on a bench,
looking thin (ahhhh!)
Motorcycle
quiet... (shhh...)