The Stillness Is True

The bar is just a counter near the glass A row of stools, a single paperback The overhead lights sing a sinister note The floor’s a sea of black tile marks Nothing’s happening and that’s the thing The minutes like the landing strips outside I’m watching them go still, I’m watching them wait And the stillness is true tonight A janitor, a mop sweeps slow arcs The gate announcements in a language I knew A woman sleeping with her bag on her lap Her thumb still pressing a button on her phone Nothing’s happening and that’s the thing The minutes like the landing strips outside I’m watching them go still, I’m watching them wait And the stillness is true tonight And if I closed my eyes I’d still see the white The blank walls, the signs pointing nowhere Even the planes are only metal and lights Just things that move through the air Nothing’s happening and that’s the thing The minutes like the landing strips outside I’m watching them go still, I’m watching them wait And the stillness is true tonight (And the stillness…) (The only thing that’s true…) (Nothing’s happening…)