I'm borrowing thoughts from the coins in my pocket.
I'm involved in a deep wordless conversation with a shiny nickel.

pocket music plays as I walk along these busy streets.
I'm staring off into street lights hanging above the gutless cars.
steam bellows up from the street.
a sewer cover.

my hair is wet from the rain only moments ago.
my pockets play music and share their thoughts with the coins.

I'm listening to broken radio tunes in my head.
I'm listening.

I'm feeling my heart beat rapidly.
as my fingers fumble in my pocket adjusting the reception.
pocket economics someone will soon call it.
hushed words stream through my ears.
as my thoughts become a choppy broadcast.
on blank mind radio.

I close my eyes as I reach the corner.
feeling dreams come true within me.
for once, I believe I'm happy.