Waking up in nowhere

Woke to a howling wind this morning
threw on a flannel and my work pants
out the front door up to the coffee shop
cold stings my fingers like a sliver into the quick
sit down at the big table full of grey and despair
talking about a world that passed us by
while we waited for it to bow  
blame it on the ones we left in charge
then raged that they never wanted change
the dollar store sucks up our money like a vacuum
we attack the folks chasing the dream
Annette comes by refills my cup
i wonder to myself  maybe we should do something
lay down my money wait for the change
i tell Annette I'll catch her later for the tip
walk back out into the howling wind of the morning
will we ever be warm again