Sunday, January 21, 2018

Dirty Old Town

Pastel vinyl siding rock and roll New Jersey hey I saw you in the kitchen last night
woke up on the floor, man, I should go home but what's up today have a beer
for breakfast I can hear everyone laughing and the lights are on,
turn on a light or two before the sun goes down

How haunted is that, not too much, rootless people do I have
a land to belong to man, have you ever been to Fairview? I
haven't in a long, long time. I think I know who has or would be
maybe we should start a band, hard core something stay up late -

Man, is my aging as poignant to you as it is to me? Fairview's
32.9% non-families sounds about right or like how does the census
understand what happened in my childhood when all the light
was water grey. The smell of spring time by the tracks, an empty park.

Shit, is there an ancient force beneath the linoluem soul of chaos
wood-paneled carpeted staircase Jersey City for the day
Strange ungovernable child atop the sink with broken glass in hand
No not within my blood my feet upon the land just open me a beer, man.

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