Looking for comfort like the softness
of well used doormats to lay down
on and sleep like an old hound dog

at the foot of the bed, like a doorbell
leads to company or court appearances
or a room full of convictions without
a single contradiction in the crowd and
the dead bolts stuck open or a drive
home that never ends, comfort that

quitting time is coming for good, any
thing after won’t require a time card
and depth is more than the guys on
the bench or how high over the crowds

certain references fly, when debt is
nothing more than gratitude toward
friends, and that’s not to say my credit
rating’s that great, when a value meal

comes from the understanding of what
it takes, how many can’t and truly
how little we value the world around us.

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