On Florence Street

The icicles hanging like bats
Have settled into their positions
Some baritone drunk off his ass
Keeps singing "Blue Christmas"
The door to Montgomery Legion
Swings open from time to time
It's a party! Two sweethearts are leaving
They huddle below the bus sign

Sometimes I hear
The static of voices calling from
Underneath your balcony
On Florence Street

There's a book I half read on the chair
And a beer I half drank on the table
I stand in the dark here somewhere
I'll stay here as long as I'm able
You ask me to come to bed
But first I close all of the curtains
I can tell you are speaking again
But just on the surface

Sometimes I hear
The static of voices calling from
Underneath your balcony
On Florence Street

Think I know all the ways to be sad
Here I am in California
And the dry winter heat on my back
Is starting to feel normal
Someone is walking down Kent
Snow is falling swiftly on Florence
Sometimes I miss it I guess
But it isn't important

Sometimes I hear
The static of voices calling from
Underneath your balcony
On Florence Street