An Amsterdam Square

Let’s rework the plan of how I got here

And the stream of people

Lined up and packed in squares

Tightly in streets thinner than they should be

And I can tell already

That this is going nowhere

And I could stop and lay on the dirt

And beg strangers for matches

But that’s just not going to happen

And I’m sorry

As I’ve said in different words

And here in different places

We can write them mostly thin

Like a breath or word that’s spoken

Or a stare that’s broken before it begins

And I am here

But getting nowhere

You do realize, don’t you?

We can play guitar and almost sing

But I don’t think that means anything