Rainy Day Jersey

Sit in the empty coffee shop
No longer know a soul
Thomas Wolfe is right I guess
This author can’t go home

Cloudburst angled upon the pane
Highway 9 drenched in rain
So true it may now seem cliché
Springsteen and his “Glory Days”

Tank on empty, broke of money
Await my chance with haste and fury
At least this writing prompts relief
But I’ve returned to lack of sleep

Feel Born to Run, still want to scream
Hiding from the inner me
While I am in The Garden State
Can’t tell my future lies in wait

This entry was posted on June 18, 2009 at 10:26 pm and is filed under people, Poetry with tags adam dustus, Bruce Springsteen, depression, New Jersey, poem, poet, Poetry, poetry online, Route 9, Thomas Wolfe. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

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