Sunday, Crummy Sunday (No Appetite)

You were feeling way too tired
for another tired song about
     another god damn girl
     you met a thousand times before

Absent a seat to meet your feet
with streets so damn familiar
you already taste their gravel

And it's grin to gray sky's purple
Under orange street corner lights
     time again for sore shins
     like a hundred nights before

So lend an ear when ghosts appear
with faces so familiar
you forget even moving

And it's another sopping sad song
on a rain-soaked Sunday night.
You strike the bell by City Hall
And run like Hell
     Tonight
It's maybe just enough
To paint the town in white
     then, when daylight comes
    --with shoulders shrugged--
      regain your appetite.

Some tried to feed you fool's broth
But you choked on the red herring and
     if tired eyes were banknotes,
     then your face would be Berlitz

But even with your spluttering
through wet streets past bars shutting
You think you're onto something
As you cross the 5th Street bridge.

It was another sodden sad song
on a rain-soaked Sunday night.
Turn down that darkened alleyway
And run til day--
It's maybe just enough
To paint the town all grey.
     As daylight comes,
     Your shoulders shrug
     You've got no appetite.