Travelers

They were standing in broken doorways
Trying to hide their faces
Trying to hide form the chilling, chilling hand of light
But the blue light circled back on them
They were blinded by the light
Another night of not getting away
Me, I was just walking down the street
Just trying to kill some time
«Not me sir, I’m just trying to find something to eat
While I’m here I’m taking in the sights»
At 17th and Mission, there is just one distinction
They’ll tell you anything you want to hear at half the price
Another stranded traveller
She knew she was travelling nowhere
But now she’s getting restless waiting on the side
At first I turned away and didn’t want to hear
Didn’t want to believe she was alive
But somewhere under the nicotine was a voice
It almost sounded sweet
But the words were «Half and half for $ 25»
They come here almost every day
They come from all around the bay
Trying to fill a void inside with fragments of broken glass
Laughter trapped in silence
Laughter sounds like violence
At times the sound is deafening, deafening
But I had to walk away
I convinced myself I was above it
Three AM and I start to feel annoyed
Like the show around Christmas time I watched when I was a kid
With an island inhabited by broken toys