The Show / Parking Lot

The Show is over.
The last tune has faded out, but still echoes for a little while in your memory, before it completely dissolves.
The crowd leaves in all directions.
Buddha packs up the guitars while Jesus carries away bags of equipment and his water bottle. Other assistants help as well.

You also start walking.
Before you notice it, you have left the building.
You pass a few cars before you sit down on the curb, right at the deep end of the parking lot.

You reach inside the pocket of your jacket and get out your box of cigarettes.
You open the box and notice that it's empty, but you don't mind anyway.

Now you just sit here.

You breathe the air and you just are.
You are right inside the space of this dark blue and silent night.

How long will you sit there? Who will track the time? Who will be there to notice?

Stars above, spread out across the dark blue sky.