Bon Iver in the Bathroom

Just as the smell of tar
takes me back
to turnstile youth

Bon Iver's Blood Bank
brings me back
to being adjacent to beauty

I pee,
wash my hands,
wade back into Nashville

I order a coffee,
walk along
wandering through the future

But before the coffee gets cold,
I am able to 
travel through time

Until I cross the street
and stop humming the song
that's when I come back to the future.