tossing glances at the radiator with a bitter discontent
pondering the existence of a landlord when such weather roams his land
draining beer that's twice more of a beer with a middle eastern scent
thinking that too many women sat here smiling while sadness was the only thing i felt

and in a boyish awe of a horizon that no longer said "dead end"
feelings of real wonder filled the vast spaces of my quickly-sobering head
rolling cigarettes the way i always imagined a french girl would on a small-town hotel bed
drifting into perfect sleep with bent shoulders on a bug-infested couch, not caring which of us is more misled