NYC art by Eduardo Kobra. Click the image for more.

The Way of Things

by Dave Cowie

I was in the parking lot
over on Hillside
with Preston and Spider.
You didn’t show.

The sun rose high
and then dripped down low
scorching the concrete.
We split a six pack.

People living in the real world
came and went
carrying their paper bags
of workaday crap.

Sitting in that beat-up truck
cigarette holes in the seats
sweating and joking
we forgot why we were even there.