bob has a nightmare thingamajig
he doesn’t know what to do with it
maybe open nightmares
the crows all caw at bob
they have never seen
anything so strange
bob rolls through falling snow
lonely robot
counting crows
singing digits of pi
he has no home
like numbers
the asphalt absorbs the quiet
of new snow, new song
bob bobs along
a program tells bob
that Counting Crows is a band
so bob is excited
He didn’t know he was a band
