Ode to a Friend

There are places I cannot visit anymore
Without you
There are places I can only visit alone
An empty hole beside me
There are thoughts I find it hard to resurrect
There are things I cannot do

There's a place in the city we frequented
Sandstone blocks and pizza dirt
Burned brick building and the arena of words
A music house always changing
It's form in flux with all contained
It's hard for me to go there
Without you

There's an album I can't buy
Maybe for the best
It was your favorite once upon a time
Adorned with Rosa or Delilah I can't tell
But you were convinced of Rosa for a reason
I will never find out why
Without you

Without you
There's something missing
The sidewalk's harder
The city sounds are dissonant
There's blood in the alley
There's cursing on the beggars tongue
Without you
I can't be here anymore

Pipe Smoking Professor