Will
Parsons sits on a bar stool
at Capt. Tony's
His gaze fixated on a point
Somewhere beyond his glass
of Bacardi 151
Wondering where to go next
Now that he has reached the
end of the line
It
seems a fleeting
accomplishment
That he can't feel the pain
He
knows it is still out there
searching for him
And now that he has run out
of highway
It's only a matter of time
until it catches up
Torpor may not seem much of
an aspiration
But is sure beats self
flagellation
And where better to take a
vacation
From the flood of
recrimination
Than among the fire eating
jugglers of Mallory Square
He
always did what was expected
But the beaten path never
felt easy
The gears in his life just
never meshed
So
he stuck his thumb out on
the Boston Post Road
And kept taking rides till
he got to the end
The wife and the house in
Connecticut
Never really felt real
The more he achieved
What he thought were his
goals
The harder he found it to
breathe
So
he started coping by
cheating
Taxes at first
Then came the affairs
When that didn't do it
Pilfering things from his
neighbors
One day he discovered
That his wife had been
sleeping
With his old friend Jeremy
Clark
Screaming first "How could
she do this?"
Then realizing "How could
she not?"
So
he stuck his thumb out on
the Boston Post Road
And kept taking rides till
he got to the end
He
still doesn't know
If
this is what he wants
But there's just no further
to go
There is no work here for a
Proposal Manager
He
can't seem to think of a
plan
So
he tells everyone he's a
writer
As
he sits on a stool where
Hemingway sat
While he waits for the truth
to appear in his glass
He
barely glances
At
the bikini clad tourists
Who come stumbling down
Duval
What's the value of the easy
hookup
When you feel so empty
inside?
Willie feels lost
Though he knows where he's
sitting
On
the stool he considers his
He
feels there's a future
But he sure doesn't know
what it is
He
tells everyone he's a writer
As
he rises from the stool
where Hemingway sat
It's time for the lecture
from Bible Bill
So
he ambles slowly to
Whitehead from Greene
To
watch the sun dive into the
sea
The fact that he's at the
end of the road
Doesn't mean there is
nowhere to go
Today it may seem as if life
has stalled
But as sure as the sun sets
over Mallory Square
Tomorrow a new one will rise