i got a hole in one shoe.
the other shoe is new,
but the rain finds its way in anyway.
i got no where to go other than the punch clock.
maybe i’ll walk to the new port
and stare at ships with names i could never pronounce.
it doesn’t matter.
the ships look tired and
my mp3 is charged.
zepellin’s travelling riverside blues is blasting in my ears.
i’ll probably catch a flu.
but for now….
i got some air guitar to play.