Lamp

It’s just a song

It’s just a few words

A few beats and a rhyme

But it will bring you back

To a time

From long ago


Sometimes you listen 

And tears find your eyes

As you imagine that drive

Down Washington

And left on Divide


09 Impala

Burnt holes in the seats

Windows too tinted

Speakers blown from beats


Back when Friday night

Meant late night drives

Trips to grocery stores

Waffles at the night life


I walk up that sidewalk

Slipping from the ice

So I step to the side

And set off the porch light


Now I’m home

And I sit for a while

On those woven chairs

Painted a couple times


I shiver in my hoodie

Breath rising to the sky

Take a look down to 2nd

Before going in for the night


Lamp still on

Pull the chain

Tip toes on finished floors

Pitch black inside

But the bulb will never die.


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