Mid March I couldn't believe the weather,
said I would never,
spend another day in the snow.

I didn't know.

How fast I'd get spoiled,
how soon my dreams would get foiled,
and I'd be wishing to be on a plane back home.

I didn't know.

How much I missed my home,
But, two days turns into two weeks; two weeks to two months,
two months to two years,

finally I caught that plane back home.

interrupted a conversation
between two old friends about the state of the nation
at the same bar, at the same stool, drinking the same beer,

not a god damned thing has changed in two years.

they say they hardly recognize me,
did Hollywood disguise me?
or is it just that they despise me.

not a god damn thing has changed in two years.

I buy a round of beers,
turns out Timmy got engaged, Joanna got pregnant.
Eddy is in jail again.

I didn't know.

How fast I got spoiled.
How soon my dreams would get retooled.
and I'd be wishing to get on the next plane out of dodge.

I didn't know.

Much about the gray days of June,
or the gloomy ways of the moon,
and that something about the ocean breeze in July....

Finally I caught that plane back home.

05/16/2008

Author's Note: another work in progress.

Posted on 05/16/2008
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