THE ASTRONOMER
That SPIRITS sign is a bright beacon
Beckoning my business but
I’m no longer a drunk and
My business lies above.
That red-lit window is a bright beacon
Beckoning my business but
I’m no longer a trick and
My business lies above.
That dark window is a dark beacon
Beckoning my business but
I’m no longer a burglar and
My business lies above.
Above the liquor store,
Above the whore,
Above the dark third floor,
The roof is where my business lies.
Everything eventually dies and
Under these unending skies
I can finally rise
Above
My past.