so many windows
gazing in darkness
i'm headed back
to another apartment
the boxes of records
that litter the doorway
the 9 to 5 &
the fruit left rotting
overnight
but when my cell phone
gets back in service
there's no one I feel like calling.
i'm way too sleepy & filthy
I can't wait to see the shower
& bed waiting for me.
though I feel happy,
when things got messy
I meant it when I said I'd stay out.
but ain't it pretty?
the moonlit city
a canyon studded
with open windows
and only one of them is mine.