Tallahassee

Window facing an ill-kept front yard Plums on the tree heavy with nectar Prayers to summon the destroying angel Moon stuttering in the sky like film stuck in a projector And you You Twin prop airplanes pa*sing loudly overhead Road to the airport two lanes clear Half the whole town gone for the summer Terrible silence coming down here And you You There is no deadline There is no schedule There is no plan we can fall back on The road this far can't be retraced There is no punch line anybody can tack on There are loose ends by the score What did I come down here for? You You