
I’m tired of passin’ through
I'm tired of tuna melts at diners dead by sight. I'm tired of train rides and airplane flights. I'm tired of seeing rivers and not being able to touch them. I'm tired of shouting in hotel rooms, only at myself and maybe the mirror. I'm tired of couches without blankets and blankets without beds.
I’m tired of pretending
that Bob Dylan is singing to me.
I’m tired of bartenders
being know-it-alls
or sad babes.
I’m tired of those days
that go away.
I’m tired of moving.
I’m tired of passin’ through.
I’m tired of writing
these poems for you.
Bio
Ryan Buynak is a poet, a pugilist, and a podcast host.