jukeboxes in hollywood

we made eye contact from across the crowded,

seedy, hollywood bar.



if that,

a seedy, hollywood bar,

truly exists.



and we talked of the east coast;

our families who we left behind.



and we screamed of our insecurities;

and played off our meaningless jobs.



we got caught up in the magic

of a night without consequence.



if you need evidence

of sloppy,

satisfied sex



than look at the sheets

and the water bottle

full of cigarettes.



but, as i sit on my balcony

soaking up the 80 degree valley sun,

i wonder what i'm doing



pretending to everyone?



but, the jukeboxes in hollywood

play the greatest songs.



and the boozehounds they are avant garde,

the pool sharks clever, the bartenders never

leave you with an empty drink.



and i've been kicked out of bars in kansas;

in hollywood i'm escorted out.



the conversation is of misery;

recession, and homeless uncles.



but, the jukeboxes of hollywood

they play the greatest songs



and we,

well,

we sing along.