Jake's Flea Market

i was cold

so i pulled my tshirt on
against telling mom i
sat in the truck waiting
on your hours old promise
to be back in a minute

the next hour
blew the lights 
out of store windows and sky

i got colder

so i buttoned my shirt
against discovery by
three boys who
laughed their way
home to supper

the dark deepened
past curfew
past my bedtime
past mom’s bedtime

i kept getting colder

so i pulled my sweater on
against the attentions of
the guy who
lurched toward me
from under the tavern sign

the beginning of snow
migrated from the north
blinded my eyes

i got so cold
i wrapped my parka
around me to hold
the last warmth 
of hope inside but your promise
was broken to the heart

i got too cold

so i took my life
from you gave it
to what shelter the night
and its wool of snow could provide gave it
to the hard mercy of the long road like a prayer

listen

the car’n the car that comes’n the car that comes from the cold’n the car 
that comes from the dark’n the car that comes from the white blizzard
to take me home

i’m gonna keep the bomb a my rage’n the bomb a my hurt’n the bomb a my 
            disillusion on the passenger seat unexploded

i won’t i promise i won’t	strip tease into comprehension i won’t	
expose me i won’t expose me i won’t expose

you you will not come you will not come you will not come you will not find me

you you will not come you will not come you will not come you will not find me

you you will not come you will not come you will not come you will not find me

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