life of a broke balconist

I like balconies

I like smoking fags

Drinking beers

On balconies

Waking up in Greece

Smoking a cheap Greek fag

Drinking a cheap black coffee

On the balcony

Ain't about the view

I could be looking at a shell garage

A pets at home

Or the remnants of the last Little Chef

For all i fucking care

It’s about the space

An area

In your house

But It isn't

And its elevated

To give you the false sense of superiority

I end my night

Malboro pack open

Pinot Grigio poured

Dusty beach feet

Rested on the marble floor

The chair is plastic 

And broke

The wine is cheap

And disgusting 

But i can hear the sea

And i’m left alone

In a space

In my house

But it isn't 

And it’s elevated