Walking The Floor

 

They're working on the house next  door...

I step out onto the balcony in my underwear....

no one seems to care.

"That's nothing from this world."

I hear on the radio

while I clean the refrigerator.

There's a storm out the window

heading this way...

always, this time of year.

The hard beat of techno...

tomato juice and tabasco...

ready for anything but nothing happens.

Waiting, like we do in Mexico,

for friends to come over

and the rain.