Deep Dish

cold and drizzly night in chicago's deep dish
 fluorescent light of the bathroom
 shows my hands as they are
 see an eyelash on my cheek
 pick it off and make a wish
 and walk back out into the bar
 wind at the windows
 neon lights the patterned pane
 the waitress wields the weight
 of her tray around her palm
 the doorman cups his hand
 and lights his cigarette again
 and the rain marches on
 this is only a possibility in a world of possibilities
 there are obviously there are many possibilities
 ranging from small to large
 before long there will be short
 before short there was nothing
 when there was nothing
 there was always the possibility
 of something becoming what it is
 don't even bother trying
 to say something clever
 clever is as clever does
 no matter what it says
 i'm looking for a sign
 says you're for real this time
 but i don't trust what's in your head
 i walk up to the bar
 and point to the top shelf
 and then i throw my head back
 and laugh at myself
 i raise a toast to all our saviors
 each so badly behaved
 it's too bad that their world
 is the one that they saved
 there's a spider spinning cobwebs
 from your elbow to the table
 while my eyes ride the crowd
 in a secret rodeo
 i smile with my mouth
 lift my watch up to the light
 say oh, look, i have to go
 now you got to dance with me,
 now is when it's gotta be
 'cuz i can't wait for the dance floor to fill in
 if you want to dance with me,
 i'll show you how it's gonna be
 cuz i can't wait for the band to begin