“Neighbors in my complex was wondering ‘what’s going on?’Because this bitch was banging on my door at 2AM in the morn,      “Screaming ‘why you doing me this way and ‘what did I do?’On the other...

He sat in the doorway  Of the dead superstore  The rain fell over the night  His guitar has no strings  He plays on Feeling the notes Strumming the rhythm  No sound but the rain He moans out the chords  To the empty street  Muffled by the rain