(TGL.041) No Changes

Black birds flew above me

As I put a can in each can

Sitting and now leaving the park.

An old friend pulls up on me

After a few moments of catchup

I find myself walking home

Thinking how some things never change

Im still walking all around the neighborhood

I'm still respectful

I still wonder things like

"what does a single person

(As in, a party of one)

do at a Hooters

at 8 am, get breakfast?"

While I commute to work