I couldn’t get into the house last night.
I couldn’t find my key.
I don’t know if I lost it
Or left it in my room.
I didn’t knock.
I didn’t want to wake Chester.
He’s the guy whose name is on the lease.
He’s the guy who took two weeks off from full time work to work full time making the place he rented ready for his rent party.
Full time and a half till 1:30am sometimes.
Like last night.
I mean, every light was on when I drove past.
Every light was on.
Every light was on and the front door was open and I could see Chester workin on somethin, a piece of furniture or somethin.
And I thought, “Drive on. Wait an hour. Should be lights out.”
And, an hour later, lights were out and I pulled into the driveway, struggled to stand from my car, searched for and failed to find my keys.
I thought, “The fuck I’m gonna do, now?”
I had options.
I had choices.
I chose not to wake the man to whom I pay $325 a month for a room and access to a bath.
I chose not to wake him coz I was tired of the lights being on. I took comfort in the dark night, the bit of breeze cooling my skin.
I had spent the day with Joey.
We ate Waffle House.
He talked personal about his Mom.
I took him to see his friends.
We played music.
He’s gettin good on Blues Harp.
He wrote a rap song.
Sad at the
I took comfort in the dark night.
So, I chose to sleep in my car.
It wasn’t bad.
I opened every window
And let the breeze keep me company.