Foreigner words on foreigner thoughts
on an afternoon full with smoke and smog
and sky washed with bourbon color
and bourbon sky in my glass

freedom lights the way
or so it says on a back of matchbox

cracking words on golden roads
meaning of life scrolling into ice cream cones

second-hand howl
second hand thoughts
second hand way
second hand-job
one big fucking garage-sale
just today
just today.