Wet Concrete - Flat Worms

Driving up Beverly this afternoon

From the Eastside to Mid-City

Like in a noir hallucination

The street torn open for miles

Visions drawn in the wet concrete

Sinister glances, rising heat

This universe that we share

Rows of tents along the riverbanks

A blinding twilight glare

Visions drawn in the wet concrete

Sometimes I wonder where this montage ends

The song that’s playing as the credits roll

I wake up early, drink a coffee

Watch the daylight in bloom