he ran from his local bar on the corner of franklin and lyndale
he had been standing outside in it’s fenced in smoking patio
watching lightning flash in november skies
distant thunder texting “god it’s so warm tonight” to his friend
he ran from his local bar on the corner of franklin and lyndale
after chugging the last of his 2 for one pints
seeing the rain drops falling heavy now
he ran down the empty alley
out onto 22nd and then down 2 blocks to the corner
“there was nothing there” at the bar he kept saying to himself
nothing there “to hold as the rain poured down” smacking his jacket
there’s nothing “there in these chemicals i eat” he said
nothing there “breathing deeply opening the door” to his apartment
untying his boots and listening to the rain
heat flow 