I Feel the Jolt

I head home, back towards my comfort zone. I peek inside Dunkin Donuts, yet there's no sign of God. Friday night has a buzz in my neighborhood, couples are out in restaurants and the bars are full. Energy rises to the surface on 3rd Avenue. All of Manhattan released for the weekend, paroled from the grind. New York City comes alive with Friday night flair. I walk home and soak the energy through my nostrils. I breath everything in, I hold my breath and feel the jolt, like a mean caffeine buzz. God's not sitting in Dunkin Donuts tonight, but I know he's out there.