loneliness has a stink
that’s the way
it seemed to me
walking the streets of a new town
trying to find a place to be
faces turned away
not like a new kid
in a new school
everybody wanting a piece
hear the new kid story
somebody who’d broke free
adults have the warning built in
beware of strangers
don’t take the open hand
watch out for nomads
they come to steal
thieve your women
take your land
I was the new kid on the block
went over to talk make some hello’s
they were on the corner talking low of music
& I asked who they were into
& he launched into some idiot list
bands I could never have heard of
another long list of local bar bands
indie groups who never make the score
& I had to look around check my reflection
yep, we were grown up hairy ass men
I thanked him kindly for the comprehensive list
made my excuses & left
this was going to be one of those jobs
where the in crowd hate the new crowd
& the work feels like eternity because
some kid never got loved enough at school
has to recreate the playground here
