Between the man and the dog
Over-done routine, the man reaches down to pick up the shit
I make eye contact with the dog
We both look away

I am back home now
I move my fingers on the piano keys
And I am back to thinking whether she's sobbing in the men's room again

I shall boil some beans
I should get my vitamin B
The last video I watched told me the pH of my gut microbiome was certainly causing my blues
So I fill myself up with fiber as dusk begins to set

The old man across the street
The clinical glow from your window
Why don’t you get a warm lamp?
It looks like a tiny UFO is trying to land in there

His head begins to droop
And I make eye contact with his balding patch
Turn off the TV, old man

I light the candle
It's time to curtain the night
It is only 5 o'clock