Helluva Night




Don’t hold out your hand expecting change from
a man who’s never seen the same,

each day passing and each person to blame.

The rain taps at the window and reminds me to be dreary.

Today is not the day to be happy, it whispers.

Pack your bags Mr. Lonely Man

youre headed to the city

caught the northbound 75

and drove until dawn

the motel was cheap

bugs everywhere

stench of tobacco

i smoked a cigarette

and watched the news

helluva night

smoking cigarettes

in some lousy motel

with no ashtray

watching the news

bad people killing

good people dying

helluva night

to be alive.


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