Colorado

I saw him in the subway
I looked twice through the glass
Shadows are convincing
But he's never coming back
In negative seven
He was standing with a smoke
Just looking towards heaven
As if he knew the joke

Uncle was a gambler
With a butterfly tattoo
Somewhere down in Florida
He did a favor for some dude
With a pistol in his glove box
It was open and shut
I met him the week he got out
At the wake of his son

Driving through Colorado
I thought of these things
To boredom the weight of
Reality rings
Through highways and deserts and cities and parks
And broke schools protected by the National Guard
Most days I pass with my head in the dark
But today it seems so clear to me