St. Louis

I’m back home

I feel depressed

I found your clothes

And your new address

Why leave a note?

Why leave a note?

Your words are a joke,

The breeze makes me choke,

 

And all the time the answers were in front of my face

I try to think about tomorrow, but  I can’t forget today

 

I found my old records

And all my books

I found my old Bee Gees

But the turntable you took

I called on in to work

I said I can’t make it in today

I’d sleep it off

But I’m too awake

 

And all the time the jokes that did not make any sense

I finally figured out the punchline…was at my expense

 

So I’m back home

Or what remains

I watch the snow

Drift off my windowpane

So much wasted spit

So many envelopes

All these silver gifts

With nowhere to go

 

And all the time the answers were in front of my face

I try to think about tomorrow, but I can’t forget today

Humble Humans

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