around 4pm PST,
when I woke from another dream
without numbers.
Marty was mixing music,
and landed on some mellow piano beat
that just spoke to my post-slumber sensibilities.
I could hear the yawning world
in the background,
Los Angeles laying low
in the yellow afternoon.
It was right then,
that I realized
I need to go back.
Between the boat rocking,
and the dusty loops
of the fast but seemingly sad song,
I vanished east.