Wet Concrete

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