PARKING LOT

Yellow lines fading under old blue paint
Cart stuck sideways in an empty lane
Half a Moon caught in the power lines
You kick a stone
Say you’re killing time

Parking lot constellations
All these gum-stuck stars
We map out our frustrations
On the hoods of beaten cars
If the sky won’t give us omens
We’ll draw our own salvation
From these parking lot
Parking lot constellations

Flickering sign says “open” though it’s late
Moths keep slamming into their mistakes
You trace shapes in oil on the ground
Say
Guess we’re still here
Guess that counts

Parking lot constellations
All these gum-stuck stars
We map out our frustrations
On the hoods of beaten cars
If the sky won’t give us omens
We’ll draw our own salvation
From these parking lot
Parking lot constellations

You ask
What’s next?
I shrug
This, I guess
But your laugh breaks wide
Like the dawn out west
If the world feels too big
We can shrink it to this space

Parking lot constellations
All these gum-stuck stars
We map out our frustrations
On the hoods of beaten cars
If the sky won’t give us omens
We’ll draw our own salvation
From these parking lot
Parking lot constellations