I 95 Tour

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…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

Leave a comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s