Question Mark

(Hey Everyone, This is my first time posting one of my poems on a forum. I just wanted to let everyone know what my style usually consists of. These poems are meant to be heard, not read. But I think you can still get something out of reading them. This is also the best way for me to get my poems rated before performing them. Enjoy!) Down on the corner of Lonely and 5th, About 9 a.m., My day begins, And you'll see me slowly drift in. And you can come right on in, My doors always open. And I was hoping, Just praying that you'd find your way here, To the place where I hang my thoughts. Back in the trails that lonely hearts trot. Just shy of how far you THINK it would take to get there. But a little farther than you'd probably expect. So you've made it, Now what? The door's shut, don't worry. Take your time, I've got all day. Because if you're looking for someone with stories to tell, I know a guy down the road that sings like wedding bells. His music fills the street when he whistles, He plays a pretty mean piano, too. And the Blues, Forget about it. He'll have you grayscale by the time he's through with you. And if you're looking for time to think, I know this place near a stream in a park. Where all my poems I write are called question mark. Because I can't seem to name my thoughts. Especially when they lay on my pages. But if you're looking for a lover, All I have on file is us, each other. But I'm sure we can work something out. Because honestly, lately, I've found myself in a drought. But hey, It's your world, I'm just living in it. And if you want to dance in the rain, I'll remain dripping and freezing for the rest of the day. That rain is more romantic than it intends. And maybe, Just maybe, We can be friends. But you know I'm always hoping for That little something more. Not just something to hang on my office door, More than the tiles on the hallway floor, What I want isn't hidden in your dresser drawer. It's with you. It's in you. It is you. Because you're beautiful, And I think you need to know that. Not just your body, But what's up here too. You know, that's what I meant to say that day I talked to you. I just thought that I could be that someone there for you. Down on that corner of Lonely and 5th, At about 5 p.m. You'll see my day come to an end. As I sit there waiting for the bus, And maybe, Just maybe, Someone to trust, Will just walk down that road. And hey, who knows, Someone might just be waiting for me, Sitting on that corner of MY street. And I'll ask her out for coffee, maybe something to eat. And we'll dance the night away, just you and me. But don't get me wrong, I've seen a lot of little ladies come through here, Passed that door. Thought, it didn't take very long, When you showed me you had something different. Something more. Maybe it was that you had a story to tell, Or that you had plenty of time to think, Maybe you've found a perfect lover, hell, I don't know. All I know is that if you found your way here, I've done my job. Because I'm one of those hopeless romantics, And I stand on my own words. As if they were platforms rising, Staging with the birds. But I don't fly in formation. No, I have this fascination with free fall. Dropping jaws everywhere I descend, Hopefully, landing safely in the end.