– This is morning –
but the sun is just setting,
my car a lone streak
on a usually packed highway.
The guitar is loose, lyrics tight:
my soundtrack as I travel
to a stuffy warehouse
where the bang! of the ball
will echo against scuffed walls.
We’ll play for 50
and at the end my shirt
will stick to my body like hot glue
and my skin will glisten as I lumber
back to my car, Adidas crunching
on the loose gravel.
– It’s when I spend the most time thinking ‘bout what I’ve given up –
*Italicized lyrics from Mixed Tape by Jack’s Mannequin*