8 Oct 2015

Orange/Grey (Waiting on a call for a job)

The sky is doing that thing it
Hanging there an orange/grey
A Pathe news photo from after WWII

I sit and wait for news
And think it should instead
Always be a deep crimson
Because why not

No call yet
Waiting for them to tell me if I’m good enough
Like it matters
Like it’s a truth of any kind
And the opening bars of
A Love Supreme kick in unexpectedly

My soul picks up a little
I wake up in New York
A single-breasted jacket and cigarette
Trumpet sounds and sirens

The phone still doesn’t ring
And the sky stays grey
And everything else around here
Continues to follow its lead.