This still 
It’s been still tonight
Not quiet. Just still.
Traffic still rattles on
as the tread submits to combustion
And dissolves into or onto or above
These taxpayer funded asphalt ribbons
the reverb to my solitude I guess. 
Breeze been steady tonight
Just caught a swell of them
Windows wide open that fresh
Rolling across my arms 
Almost felt like that time
I was standing on the back porch 
Of the Carnegie Center during that party 
And that breeze found me and left me
Standing still quiet in the middle of noise
Wanting a milkshake and a couple of straws 

It almost felt like that