The Easterner

The Easterner
It's not that I'm drawn to you.
It's that any port in the storm will do.
And I mean any port in this storm will do.

I never crossed the Mississippi
until I met you.
It all seemed so strange.
Yeah, the sun didn't set the same.

Standing beneath the neon glow
of a late night sandwich shop.
A brunette leans against a large detailed map of downtown
to blow smoke from the corner of her mouth.
She'd be so easy to forget if not for all of her imperfections?
which I can't stop thinking about ? so beautifully imperfect.