Today's protagonist is struggling with the growing awareness that things are probably going to end in tears.
I get this dream where I’m flying
above the city like a bird.
Again and again it’s occurred
and I always wake up crying.
Virgil, he told me to wait here
when he went off to ditch the truck.
He said I gotta lot of pluck
but what I really felt was fear.
We left that dumb-ass clerk dying:
he didn’t aught to grab that cane.
When’s Virgil coming back again?
I fall asleep and wake up crying.