Between Sets
hectic workers,
yawning dates.
it’s not late yet,
still bustling.
i look for anyone else
here alone.
i wonder if i’m judged
for my button-up dress shirt.
does anyone here know i care?
does it matter?
at least i’m comfortable,
at least it’s loud.
i can disappear
into a world i’m barely a part of.
write poems, drink my beer,
dance to the music,
but only a little.
my life is about to change.
maybe this is my way to hold on,
to that kid at the fireball expresso cafe,
to that kid writing lyrics to “llamar vannoy”
all over his psychology folder.
i’ve come a long way since then.
i’m building new roots,
growing, slowly.
chicago is my city.
i hope i’m ready for it.
