Step One: Bay J

I wonder what happens inside of Bay J.

It’s at the end of the alley way out of the way.

There’s a “No Parking” sign and a foreboding fence,

It could be portal to some major suspense.

 

What kind of person makes Bay J a stop;

a painter, a plumber, it looks like a junk shop.  

Is it storeroom for parts or a place to fix cars,

Is it full of glass glasses and pitchers for bars.

 

Bay J looks a little scary and dark.

Frankly the inside appears to be stark.

Maybe there’s nothing inside it at all,

It could be just a huge empty stall.

 

It might be just like a place on T-V,

where bad guys meet and fence stuff then flea.

Where cops and robbers chase each other at night

and always wind up in a noisy gun fight.

It could be a place where deals go down,

then the dealer decides that its time to skip town.

 

It doesn’t look safe from my point of view,

It looks unsecured and perilous too.

It makes me feel like its some kind of threat

I’m starting to break out in a bone-chilling sweat.

 

But wait; isn’t Bay J just another door,

just an entrance to an unknown place, nothing more.

Aren’t all my thoughts and the drama-to-be

cooked up because there is something in me

that is making me nervous or really afraid,

or anxious or tragic or feeling betrayed.

 

But I know when I’m frightened in any degree,  

It’s because of things that are inside of me.     

I guess now I think that Bay J is alright;

It’s a harmless garage door that’s not worth my fright.