He smells like coffee beans

and black poetry

from the Beatnik scene.

He's not quite well.

He trapped inside the shell

of a steel-toed boot

and a modern day hell.

Doesn't he know?

This is a sold out show.

A one-time deal

and a chance to grow

(are you ever sad that you let me go?)

I led him down a hose

to where no one goes.

They're scared of mystery.

This case is closed.