Vienna

The sun rises in steam, cars fill up their lanes, this won't wait 'till evening, beyond me the morning sky, still needs to frame, all that I carry inside, a rush down the freeway, coffee tastes the same, I need a good reason, so I wait in line, it matters what you say, not go off this time, my dawn novena, perches like a hurricane, bones anchored by heat, I know what’s not fine, in between times pray, ask for fake red wine, bars bring a sweetness, do I have to say again, it’s not my swollen feet, that carry your name.