Waiting for October
~When the midnight breeze struggles against the wrinkles of my windbreaker
But doesn't quite win yet,
I'll know that autumn's set.
When listening to Aubrey brings the company of both friends
And endearing ghosts alike,
I'll know that early will come the night.
The nights of campfire love songs and guitar rifs
And those of frat house trap music and police tips.
I am patiently waiting and I am waiting patiently
Not for Godot, like poor Didi and Gogo
But for October.~