mistakes, headaches and this motor hum all through the night. an uncomfortable sprawl, fall fast asleep across the last two seats. a worn in heart burned and bleached on my sleeve. i was spent like found change on copy machines, thrown out with these grounds to much coffee in me. indiana nights, tears stream from the playback. kept you near my side with springsteen and a tape deck. future blacked out like a storm. furniture stacked to block closed doors. can't stray from the thought yet, one day you may knock again i was receding like the cincinatti sky line. burned out bright in cigar smoke in the early morning sunrise. i was sidetracked, sat up awake from the strain. hands clasped to ears from the crash of falling four glass grains. things sounded better when i found you like that feather. now im weathered, a wast beside these wayside treasures. im still awaiting a letter but this place just seems to sever and attack. retract, reach back, and put the pieces back together.