On the lowlands, by the river,  And the train tracks, the casino and the dump, A healthy-looking coyote scampers by the car, In the middle of the afternoon, the day moon. And the endless pale blue sky is flecked with wisps of white, A boulevard lined with big box stores,  Zooming by it all,  Happy out here, killing time. With a new tune to tease out, I don’t mind where I am anymore, In renovated ruins of marble, Show me the door. What I’m used to, what I’m not, In the house creaks, the furnace, the clock, The fan droning in the bathroom, I’m singing with it, A bit drunk in the afternoon, the “zen view”. With another tune to tease out, I don’t mind where I am anymore, Noticing how my heart alights, When I’m through the door.