bushwick

I used to have friends in this town
now everyone's dead, 
or the bar's closed down.
and I'm left with these cloudy memories
too dusty now to see clearly. 
a neighborhood full of ghosts
down every street hovers 
someone I used to know. 

a slew of kids dressed to the nines
in their grandmother's clothes
playing ironic music on keyboard guitars. 
crowd pleasing.
I used to feel at home here
now I don't know anyone.