Threads: Deep Ellum Blues

 01/04/24

Sitting in my car on a rainy night in Deep Ellum. I have nowhere to go. Across the street is my hip swank apartment where the cool people live.

It did not make me cool.

So I feel less a fraud here in the street like in the old days of drifting through west Texas towns where life has been frozen for decades.

I thought I could hide among the deadwood, then I thought I could mingle with the tragically hip.

But revelation comes for us all.