By, Sean Frank
The lights dizzy with their shimmering bulbs
Maybe it’s because I’m tired
Maybe it’s because I had a few rum and cokes
I don’t know where this week went
I remember morning drives
I remember the radio dipping in and out of silence
I sipped coffee and tried my best to widen my tired eyes
The road is heavy
I’ll conquer it in time
Now it’s Friday
The air seems thin
I exhale pent up expectations of a long night
Conversations with not quite acquaintances
Not quite friends
Shots bought on blind trust
I’ll find takers
I’ll take the other ones if I must
The jukebox will create the scene
As lyrics and rhythm release a wave
Of nodding heads and mumbled words
It’s kinda crazy how much beauty and truth
Can be mined from the absurd
When I get home
I’ll enjoy true solitude
It used to be so much easier to be alone
With booze bouncing around my barren brain
I’ll have discussions with the universe that I just can’t shake
Such as why do I have trouble believing in myself
Why does anxiety seem to grow and fade
But never make a clean escape
Why does everything mean something
And nothing mean everything
This night is foolish but it’s Friday
So I’ll expand my horizons because I know with a half-smile
The haze has half-heartedly slipped away