Disbelief

Disbelief

Under the cloudy canopy

Known to some as northern Tennessee

I found myself in a downpour

That could be called torrential

It wasn’t until then

That my poncho did seem essential

It’s a relief

A release

The gravelly streets and I

Are in disbelief

We walked and you talked

In your all too prudent

New York accent

I hated it

And you bit into

A letter of intent

Catch your gasps of breath

You left me here

To die this death

We both knew

She’d twist us askew

I am finally getting in

And settling

For my title

Of “has-been”

It’s a relief

A release

The gravelly streets and I

Are in disbelief

Hours before the Sun’s alarm

Is set to blare

I’m grinning and shaking

In streetlight after streetlight’s glare

Do you smell worn-out paint splatter?

I don’t either

But that never really mattered

I see the blue

I smell it in the harsher avenues

It’s a relief

A release

The gravelly streets and I

Are in disbelief

The stars aren’t lit up quite yet

I’ve been told they will be

Warmth known to erase regret

I don’t have it in me

To nod and pretend to agree

Nothing is able to reset

Just me

It’s a relief

A release

The gravelly streets and I

Are in disbelief

The scent of gasoline

Warms the innermost parts of me

I’ve tripped and fallen in

Too many caverns

For my liking

Print me out a whole new pattern

I’ll taste the jet black ink

And tell you what I think

It’s a relief

A release

The gravelly streets and I

Are in disbelief