Perfume

It's been a long hard year

But when you sit at the back of the club,
in an awkward spotlight,
and the walls smell of old beer and cold Massachusetts winter,
with your belongings tossed carelessly on a cot in a bus in the street outside,

your blood vessels seem to dance,
your spine aligns and
everything is in its right place.
Tomorrow is a new city, and the day after,
and you
wish the road would never
end.