Bearded Ballads 28/30: Crosswalk

Morning fog

yet

to have burned off,

but here comes the sun.

Head swims

through the thickness

as I’m hailed

name called

over and again

if that’s me

backwards, along

soupy grooves.

Barefoot

across the street

not looking both ways

ever inward.

Dangerous

in the darkness of the day.

I see, if only too late

this song

isn’t about you.

No, I’m full

eating blackbird tonite.

Shouldn’t have had that

second slice

of humble pie.