Last night–I stay up late listening:
new records spin in the dark and there’s bourbon to sip.
A police car pulls in across the street,
lights ablaze, I leave my headphones on and watch.
I cannot tell what is happening
but there is no indication of violence here
so I continue listening, watching
as the police car drives off, take a sip of bourbon.
Cheers to safe neighborhoods, an illusion
I sometimes allow myself to believe here in the dark.
I feel safe, listening, drinking, watching;
new records spin in the dark and there’s bourbon to sip.
