Trains overhead, steam coming from sidewalk grates
Finger numbness is second to the frost on my lips,
once again I have to try to get fare home for two
damned if I have to tap dance in the subway for tips.
I didn’t even want to come here in the first place,
as usual, I was just doing a favor, helping out a friend
a duplicated story because I don’t know how to say no,
so it always plays out that I get screwed in the end.
I paid for the train in, with a promise of a ride home,
showed up to the studio loft to find I wasn’t invited in,
had to find something to do for an hour or three
so cold that an ice cube would feel warm on my skin.
Panhandled all night and caught the first train home
barely a word was spoken, though I don’t think he cared,
to save a friendship, I’ll be the one to not let history repeat
for next time I’ll be ready and a bit more prepared.