Shopping for Meaning

Parking is always a problem
Even here in the middle of nowhere
A place we make as we go along

Having locked the doors
Walking away without looking back
We come to the crowds

Some going this way others that
And I remember when this place was different
And I was different too

All the stores now something other than they were
Some having changed several times
Except this door

The smell of popcorn
As I pass the movie house
You will find your own direction here

Even in the empty space you see
No one and nothing but your keys
Surrounded by a throng in a full lot

All trying to remember where they are
Going and where they parked
The smell of rancid butter

And stale memories moving
All along the old renewed
Cards activated ready for use

KLK
01/26/15