Empty

Songs dreamt in streets embrace

Lying in beds of dirty leavings

And comings

And empty bottles of wine

Empty as heads

Empty as pockets

Empty as these pages

After midnight bottles of wine

Night screaming in sheets embrace

Lying in beds of dirty whores

And Coltrane

And crackheads

And empty bottles of wine.

Empty as plates

Empty as promises

Empty as these pages

After midnight bottles of wine