My Buddy - Brazos

My buddy, out on the train tracks

He is a friend somehow

I don’t know how

We used to spend

(we used to spend) our time together

That is a reason to be friends

We used to spend our time together

The women of the street bring their carts to the center of town

The clatter, the mouth

The bark of an old market

Bare fruit

My friend he strolls about for the ripest one

The taste on his tongue

All the pleasures of the earth

Stop and ask him what he wants

He can’t tell you, but

He can hold you like a scale

The station is an empty hall is an empty ride

I call it mine

The nose remembers

The smell of old graffiti

The end of conversations

The waiting in silence

And my buddy, out on the train tracks

He is smiling back

Through the window of an old passing subway car

I beckon him and he tips his brow

As if to say somehow he remembers too

Stop and ask him what he wants

He can’t tell you, but

I see the ribbon on his sleave

And we look the same

So we’re going round again

We are laughing upset

We are moving the halls with colorful figures

And stray dogs

And movie light flickers