Pomo Blues

I have grown so tired
I have not read for a while
Travelling on the 10 o’ clock metro
I reminisce the days gone by

The pen and the paper
The record player and the book
Are the only things I can find
As I count my belongings on a cold afternoon

I can drive that fast car
I know the clutch and the brake
I can speed up and ride away.
But which direction should I take?