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.