What Brings You Back

 

What brings you back, to slack, when you lack

When you're not in the black

And your mind and money

Dissolve in the sun, obsessing on the legacy

Of labels and tap handles

Rooting for revolution sans-solution

No names to remember, no numbers to call

Walk through the wall, and fall

All those nights that you can't recall

What fills your cup, brings you up, c'mon

Tell me a story, show me the glory

I'm sorry, I know

You don't have to talk, its okay to just sit

With a wandering mind, and a slumbering wit

There's better plans, better friends

And better times in better places

Who needs names for all these faces

At the trough between the races

What taps your toe, in the glow, at the show,

Catch the bus in the snow

Then stumble so humble

Over waves in the concrete

Past strange storefronts on familiar streets

Looping beats as the pattern repeats

A line you refine, you can say, “this is mine,”

Consecrated with wine

Recount it some night with your date as you dine

What flicks your bic, so slick, such a trick,

Keeps the wet in your wick

You're the one, and anyone,

And no-one, who's asking?

It's not a need, it's not greed

Nothing to read, or concede

Just fly your flag for a gag

Let out the net and give it a drag

Fill up your bag, every toe gets a tag.