January

You walk around for days

Deep inside your haze

You catch an off off broadway play

A matinee

You lick the sugar for the cane

Kiss the hippie for his face

Feel the breeze rush through your nose

And right into your heart

 

Lost my jacket,  January

Hold on to the cold, and let it ride

If you’re blood’s not up then you  aint dancin

Standing only works when you’re in line

 

Stop to ice my shoe

With glue

The string snapped long ago

With the radio

Where I listen to the sound of a million people

Swinging to the beat of their own egos

Sticking with the plan that they learned in the steeple

Where god is good and sin is evil

 

Clap your hands clap your hands clap your hands clap your

Grab the van

Trust your man

There’s a plan, there’s a plan, there’s a plan…

Humble Humans

Humble Humans is a Digital Maker of things in Asbury Park, NJ.