Dear King Street of Alexandria VA,
I looked after you like a cop,
I swept your gutters as if they were my own,
Never mind my body ,I sold my soul on your corners,
Remember that time the filthy light shined down on that guy outside of McDonalds and I thought he was an angel,
Unlike the street sweeper that comes around when the driver isn't
drunk, I pay attention. I feel your needs because I am also alone
I cut myself and drain into you like some kind of sacrament, I think I
have it all figured out because I watch but you continue to surprise,
Just let me rest under your awnings for one more minute
Don't fall asleep first, it makes me lonley