11/12/2018 hometown bluesdoing u-turns in my hometown with a bad case of the blues. down alleyways, under streetlights, through country roads, I can’t help but try and find something, anything. whats the deal? I know she’s a nobody in a no-name town but I still sit under the lampposts and watch the cars pass and the leaves tumble in the bitter air and wonder where it all went wrong. going down highways, interstates, they all lead back to the lonesome street that takes you all the way down south and despite the abundance of country roads, not a single one could take me home.
approaching the valley of the river I hope she’s never seen, I look up to the sky and dangle my moonlit legs off the side of the overpass, a freshly-gutted swisher between my fingers, but like a fever I just can’t sweat out, I wonder if she knows that I’ve claimed this land. every mile, every field, every twist and pothole in the road are all officially unofficially mine. it all makes me insatiably restless--the endless search for nothing in particular, eyeing every passenger in every car passing, wanting to knock down every door in the city limits until I find her. theres not a street in sight that won’t take me back to her somehow. this town isn’t big enough for the both of us. as the wind blows the leaves and blur the streets, I ask myself if she even knows this is my hometown too. Comments are closed.
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