it's same town, again

this is someone else's city,

their

town,

it's where they live

and shop.

where their children

go to school.

it's their

barbershop,

their park,

and city hall.

this is where they live,

not you,

wandering around

with a map

and a cup of coffee,

wondering if you too

could live here.

doubtful,

for after an hour it

looks like

everywhere else

in the country,

and that makes

you blue.