the dark streets of decay 2

the weather is changing

sidewalks wet under street lights

i’m in line for coffee

it’s open mic night

 

i cringe at the amplified words

and leave my place in line

slide into the liquor store next door

and slip a can of redbull in my pocket

 

there’s music down the street

barely out of tuesday

it’s a really bad cover

but i enter and order a drink

 

i’m not resolving

i’m not evolving

i’m roaming the concrete cave

our history painted on the walls

 

dead buffalo learning to crawl

i’m not the painter or the paint

i’m just having a drink

where nothing’s on the brink

 

though too many here think it is

back on the wet sidewalk

i wait for the rain

and listen to someone complain

 

about the weather

spent hours pruning my feathers

and now it’s gonna rain

i turn down a street they are not traveling

 

the night is unraveling

and i am too soaked to be allowed in

but my flask is filled with gin

so i continue walking

 

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