I went down to the crossroads
To catch a cross-town bus.
There was swinging with great violence
In a benevolent cacophony.
But the empty pleading eyes
And the emptier pleading hands
Only seemed to say sadly
You have to sit through the whole presentation
In order to get a round-trip ticket.
But there’s coffee and doughnuts.
Except the coffee’s bad
And the doughnuts were gone by 9.
Wetting the tip of my pencil to gauge the wind
I remembered an ember can travel miles
Before being extinguished so I asked my neighbor,
Hey buddy, you got a cigarette?