Gas station glows warm beneath pavement sage
Faded Polaroids on a cash register stage
Whispers echo in cigarette smoke haze
Where books meet highway, and dreams set the stage
This bookstore cat's my sole human friend
Sharing stories 'til the world ends
We linger near the neon crossroads bend
Where misfit tales and worn-out sneakers blend
Ink-stained fingers holding dog-eared fate
Surrealist tales of love and pain at the gate
The click-clack stride of restless adventurers
Seeking solace in the worn pages' endeavors
This bookstore cat's my sole human friend
Sharing stories 'til the world ends
We linger near the neon crossroads bend
Where misfit tales and worn-out sneakers blend
Laughter fades like chalk on a blackboard night
As we swap worlds beneath gaudy city lights
In the shadows 'neath a Hefty bag moon
Stories spill like whiskey from a half-empty room
Only the ghosts of typewriters hum a tune
For a feline bard who's lived a thousand pages soon
We linger near the neon crossroads bend
Where misfit tales and worn-out sneakers blend
Neon crosses lit like an abandoned Bible
Forgotten epics whispering in the gulf of the cafe
As the night deepens, and dawn creeps in gray
Our sweet stories fade like a neon display
Until the next wandering soul finds its way
To the bookstore cat at the neon crossroads bay
