On Foot
Make my way to the supermarket in search for sustenance
There’s nothing else to really do
Even though it’s much too cold for this South Floridian
I’m heavily clad in bathrobe
Accompanying velour belt has be misplaced somewhere, like everything else
Hand still in pocket, my thumb acts like a buckle
The night wind manages to blow right through me
I stare at the sidewalk illuminated under the glow of streetlights
I see that my hair is unkempt in the shadows
My shadow is the only one to rely on to follow me wherever I go
Shit! Fucking Green Day
Almost an original thought
Not exactly sure what the store hours are, hopefully they’re still open
Otherwise no food for tonight
No romanticizing fleeting relationships with young women working the register
No awkward glances for the stock boy
But the sliding doors accept my patronage and permit me access with glee
Do I want to dive into a bag of candy this evening?
Nine crumpled dollars in my pocket tell me I can only put junk into my body
I make my way down the lonely aisles
Searching for what? Still not sure
“Looking out of my lonely room, day after day
Bring it home, baby, make it soon
I give my love to you”
Meat department meat department
Meat meat meat
Meat department meat department
Meat meat meat
Labels and stickers USDA Choice
Chuck 7 blade stake offals gizzard cups NY Strips minus tenderloins
Meat department meat department
Meat meat meat
Head to the checkout line
The guy working barely notices me
I don’t wish him good night
Outside again
A gust shakes me to the bone
My nose inadvertently starts to run
… right off my face
Ba-Zing! Chris making with the funny
Never with any substantial input
Instead he’ll take pictures of you on his cell phone and watch you from a distance
Listening to other’s conversations
Incuriously watching others live life
There’s nothing else to really do
Even though it’s much too cold for this South Floridian
I’m heavily clad in bathrobe
Accompanying velour belt has be misplaced somewhere, like everything else
Hand still in pocket, my thumb acts like a buckle
The night wind manages to blow right through me
I stare at the sidewalk illuminated under the glow of streetlights
I see that my hair is unkempt in the shadows
My shadow is the only one to rely on to follow me wherever I go
Shit! Fucking Green Day
Almost an original thought
Not exactly sure what the store hours are, hopefully they’re still open
Otherwise no food for tonight
No romanticizing fleeting relationships with young women working the register
No awkward glances for the stock boy
But the sliding doors accept my patronage and permit me access with glee
Do I want to dive into a bag of candy this evening?
Nine crumpled dollars in my pocket tell me I can only put junk into my body
I make my way down the lonely aisles
Searching for what? Still not sure
“Looking out of my lonely room, day after day
Bring it home, baby, make it soon
I give my love to you”
Meat department meat department
Meat meat meat
Meat department meat department
Meat meat meat
Labels and stickers USDA Choice
Chuck 7 blade stake offals gizzard cups NY Strips minus tenderloins
Meat department meat department
Meat meat meat
Head to the checkout line
The guy working barely notices me
I don’t wish him good night
Outside again
A gust shakes me to the bone
My nose inadvertently starts to run
… right off my face
Ba-Zing! Chris making with the funny
Never with any substantial input
Instead he’ll take pictures of you on his cell phone and watch you from a distance
Listening to other’s conversations
Incuriously watching others live life