morning thoughts on the great depression

does anyone know when this great depression is gonna end?
 Yes i do feel like it’s 1920. the sky scrapers look gray and sad over the city.
 Abandoned cars ready line the highways.
 “Shit man, sometimes it’s hard to even smile.” 
if you’ve been lookin’ around at the violent city and getting that naked feeling in your gut that questions what you’ve been doing and how you’ve been hangin’ on so long, I feel your pain. 
Staring out the cracked view of yer window shield.

So someone wasn’t looking
and you were looking at me.
the morning was full
but my pen was empty.
When is this depression gonna end?
I heard someone ask
I heard another person laugh.
And me… I’m been runnin’ out of gas
and
this is already my second
pass through this town.
I’ve traveled up and now I’m travelin’ down
Still waiting for that good luck to come around
see I got a good pocket full of poems
coat full of laughter
waiting for a night of beers
and it’s rainin’ all over the ground
my boots are muddy and when I walk
I hear this groaning sound in the wind
that is blowing past my ears
the storm is dancing on the hillside
the overflow drains are already making waterfalls
the thunders are all lined up
a steady rain is about to fall.

I’m gonna check out for now.