Goodbye Arco
I looked out
The driver’s window
Expecting familiar scene:
Folks filling cars
Or bumming smokes
(Taboo cuz ‘vid nineteen)
Usually at that light I turn –
Loud music as my car goes
With windows down
… a head nod!
From someone at the Arco
Taking pleasure in my Beck, my Cake,
Our native Counting Crows
Strangers at the corner Arco
Felt like they were my bros
My longing to be seen was met
As sad as it may seem
At Park Victoria’s turn light
At the time of ‘vid nineteen
Now no one at that light
Will connect with tunes I’ve got
Goodbye beloved Arco
I needed you more than I thought
