Irene - Brazos
Neighborhood is lining up again
The local food bazaar
Filled to the brim
The sky a grey light drizzle but quite calm
Pedestrians stream home
Before the storm
I am a dot
A particle free
I'm waiting for
The surge from the sea
And the wind picks up
Brushes down the track
Each raindrop just pinprick on my back
So i stop by brother mark's
To stay the night with friend
I pour 4 whiskeys on the rocks
He cooks beneath the dimly lit
Kitchen clock
All the while we talk of hurricanes
Back in houston then
Canoeing in the rain
Laura drops
Fingers in the sauce
She says it's good for all of us to eat
So we stop
Enough to hear the knock
Swaying branches
Raindrops wrapping sheets
Tapping on the top
Wrapping us in breeze
The night i spend sleeping on the floor
In and out of sleep a room with no door
The tree outside projects a silhouette
And being backing fourth
Just like a blade of grass
Yes i'm up
So i walk down the hall
I watch all my friends sleeping sound
I stop long enough
To spread my thoughts around
Ooh
I awake to the sound of breakfast bells
So i guess that means the battery held
We take a candle to the street
Walk out in the limbs freshly
Cracked in our face
The air is clean
The trains still at a halt
The boarded up windows on the block
Sit on serene
The calming aftermath
The entrails of the midnight bath
And of course we're holding hands
Or at least thinking like that
