Parking Lot Blues

He looks at all these people

coming and going.

All with a place to go

but he, always he

like a bird in a tree

flying from one parking lot

to another.

Cops on the prowl

and somehow

he simply blends in.

Just a old man

sitting in his car

waiting for someone 

perhaps

who never shows up

and the time creeps by.

Good he'll sigh,

for he's in no hurry to die

as he waits for the night’s

dark embrace…