Short Fiction

 Late night drinking, white wine thinking

Singing out like drunken fools

You found you were believing the books you’d been reading

You couldn’t stop seeing the stories you’d been dreaming

So you went to New York just to get away

And you found out things really were the same

Can we ever get away?

Long nights musing, seems confusing 

Fighting rhythms to find the time

You found you were after the music in the rafters

Riding a chapter in the stories you'd been dreaming

Still you went to New York just to get away

And you found out things really were the same

Can you ever get away?

All night driving

Your strength’s been dying

You couldn’t take it, so you head for home

You said we were drifting

I couldn’t tell for sure

If we were standing or we were moving at all