Sunset Blvd.

I moved to LA to fall in love with Sunset.

She's that strip of faded pavement that winds her way to the beach.

I love her still, thought, now I stand at the ocean's edge...

and watch her fade west, without me still.

My feet are cold and wet,

my breath smells of cheap whiskey and a day old high,

and I watch for the green kiss as my lover leaves me alone in the fading dusk...

alone and cold,

again,

and again,

night after night,

again,

and again.