driving (again)
on my way to work
it was all in my head
this story about something
about me expounding on the wisdom of age
and youth gone wild
and other useless stuff
a little something about being broke
but....it’s all gone now
gone gone gone
gone gone gone
she wore her breasts as if they were made for reality TV
her clothes purchased at some boutique for whores- cleavage unbound
she was asking me if she should tip the limo driver
i almost gave her the “i don’t tip speech” from reservoir dogs
but, could barely speak
that is where this story went slamming onto the floor
with the same destructive force as her damn jersey accent
i swear i almost called her carmela and asked her where tony was
but, she’s gone now
all gone now
gone gone gone
gone gone gone
blurry are the days of my youth roads walked
and bridges crossed with so many stops along the way
all those stops and not once did i ever get directions
but, that is how i found you and my voices
and this job
and carmela
and this search
it’s nice to know you will be there when i get home
whenever that may be
