NOMAD

You were like 2am rides on the subway.
There were a lot of potential stops–but
you just kept moving to the hum of the rails…
Changing graffiti mesmerized you as you got lost in your own thinking–
I wonder if you ever knew what you were imagining…
Then again, nothing could ever beat the comfort of being alone,
And finding solace after grief-stricken encounters.
But you were always open to another’s company.
You longed for the warmth that came from being next to someone–
Who wasn’t tainted with a cold heart like how you had been tainted.
Painted over and over–you were like a dirty canvas
Tossed in the back of an artist’s workshop–
He never could get the colors right…
So there you stood somewhere between
Being lost on 42nd and looking down Broadway.
You had a full repertoire and an ass to match, but you were
Just another face among the thousands that pass you in a 2-block radius.
Even if you didn’t have a place to call home–
You had hope that someone would be welcoming…