leaving behind nights of fucking and drinking and drinking and fucking turned love’making turned endless yelling with screams and keys thrown…accusations tossed about…where were you at midnight…

driving I 95 from a nation’s capital…no deals to be struck on my end…not a lobbyist nor a check to be found…bartender…make it another round…

and pushing into the night with thoughts of what was left behind…where does this interstate lead to…how did I get here…William Penn pissing on a city below that gave-up years ago…you go your way and I’ll go mine…

but the sun never rises…the dark follows…into Gotham…beyond bean-town…by shores where old fishing boats stay docked…never to roam waters again…

while sitting in a red Rodeo with a cup of Joe…wondering if you wonder about me..and the drinking and the fucking and the fighting til dawn….

peace be with you…peace be with you…maybe next time we’ll get it right…maybe…