The Day Off My music and the music playing down the hallway Are battling for presence Earlier I fell into bed Listening to their music choice Recognizing a band very
few people know about But who I love dearly And then I played some Radiohead And all was quiet in the hall. Maybe that person Fell back onto their bed And listened to the swaying beats But now we both play Female singers with wispy voices They could almost be the same band But just different albums Its hot outside And all I have is an open window and a fan And it seems so does the rest of Los Angeles Surviving off ice and cold water Music blasting through
their open windows Car exhaust fumes adding the stale brown air Floating ten miles above ground Mixing with the California sun Tanning the last remaining tourists Flocking to the Santa Monica pier But I am here In this apartment with waxed hardwood floors That make my inflatable bed float upon the ground Listening to the two bands at once An ear for each.
