Corner Store Runs

Late night streets hum low. Neon buzz, half glow, half shadow. Pavement cracks under old sneakers. Plastic bags crinkle in my hand. Scent of fried chicken, cheap cologne of the land. Corner store runs keep me alive. Under the flicker of the sign, I survive. Two bucks short, but the clerk don't mind. Corner store runs, they're my lifeline. Shelves stocked with yesterday's dreams. Cereal boxes lean, half-torn Seams. Candy wrappers like confetti on the floor. A cold soda burns as it hits my Chest. Feels like freedom, tastes like less. Another night to keep asking for more. Corner store runs keep me alive. Under the flicker of the sign, I survive. Two bucks short, but the clerk don't mind. Corner store runs, they're my lifeline.