Where ya from?

Where ya from?

I am from right here.
Where else could I be from?
My view
My perspective
Seat 21
Bus 317 to Asbury Park
Leaving Philadelphia.
This is where it all begins again.

Where else could I be from?

Watching the towns twist by
Through a dirty plastic window
Planted on a sponge
Filled with the essence of travelers past

There is no town, or city in my blood
No country or coordinates
That bind my soul
There is no place for me
Other than right here

So right here is where I'm from
And for the next few hours
It is where I'll be going