About-Face

When I was a boy

Chasing a note

Straining to bring up

The chords in my throat

Battling age clinging the coat

Humming the old songs in stereo

I had not a thought

Of parking lots

And me in the car

With the doors all locked

I'm staring ahead

Everyone's dead

I'm under the pain in between my ribs

It's just like the movies

It comes about face

All at once when I'm breathing

The careless air of the night