We were waiting for
a storm to brew while the moon
played accordion
and wore a paper-
boy hat (rakishly angled),
looking down on the
empty streets of our
nameless little town that most
people only seemed to
remember because
of something horrible that
happened here a long
time ago. But it’s
just another Friday night
down here and nothing
to do but watch the
lightning on the horizon
and time the thunder.