mathis road

if i find myself in a dive, i apologize… it’s just people watching & it’s just killing time. lately my days have been getting longer & longer, while my nights have been spinning away.

there’s a man running songs on a computer in the corner so the drunkards can belt out their lungs. and all the people in here… god, i know i’ll never end up like them, but i love to watch if it’s all the same to you…

i feel like a skeleton, sweetheart. dried up and rigid, with two waters for each beer i have. smoke billows up from a man’s cigarette who sits three stools down, so i go ahead and light one of my own… “and you don’t have to call me darlin’, darlin’… you never even call me by my name” keeps billowing out of a three hundred pound woman in a curled up straw cowboy hat, so i really draw on that cigarette…

and beneath my palm, you vibrate… keeping me awake, & keeping me interested. i like having more serious conversations at night… when i’ve had all day to think. i’m more ready, and honesty’s always clearer…