getting out of the jump

I can feel
the cool breeze of a new
day
as I lie inside
my cell,
staring at the window
and
the black
iron bars that keep
me in the stir.
my time is almost up.
I've served
and paid my dues
to love.
I listen to the guard
come down
the hall with his
keys.
he's glad i'm going home.
he knows i'm
innocent, as does
the whole prison.
they all want me
to be happy and free.
they clap and yell,
they whistle.
go home, they tell me.
go home. go home and
find
a new life.