Blooze

What is it about late fall evening fog? The vapors almost squeeze without touching It's so damnably beat the wall lonely and that time dragging on and on with each step taken Getting too wet to see beyond the next glow of street light like hurrying to nowhere and feeling too damn late Damn but those bars look so inviting But don't they always All these cities look and feel alike I almost smelt muddy waters just remembering home why does late evening fog taste so sad sweat sweet How did I get to this echo blue city street? That piano sounds like a friend I once knew slow finger Louie man could he hang a note Maybe just one more For the road What could it hurt?