Day Twenty-Nine: Nearly the End!
Posted by missed on July 9, 2008
The music that plays in this over-grown bar—hard rock on cold nights
and that tune you always seemed to know—with a little static dancing in the new
neon lights, sometimes even the walls seem to glow.
In those god-blessed moments we can see where our folks spent
all the time when they were young,
as the music plays out like love in the sun.
But then, the stubborn old gents and bitter young sons,
they can’t keep up with the tune or in their moments of pain
tell themselves it’s not music,
as the chorus starts up again.
When the cool evening comes they’ll remember the sun,
And the love that they were convinced they were missing.
Though the rest may see what it was said there’d be,
We each see something different in the light off the walls,
And whisper a different truth into the empty halls,
While hoping and hoping for someone to call—
We’re all just looking for something to heft.
But the jukebox keeps playing; but when we thought we were staying
It turns out that we had already left.
