Friday, January 30, 2009

This is where I'll be.

Off to the land of drunken fools where everyone is not yet my friend.
I'll cross my fingers for another sing-a-long in a old dive bar.
With a woman with a deep voice and a man with a pock marked face.
The bartender, a lady who smokes to much.
She gains youth through watching youth.
A jukebox of my childhood.
My heaven, under a smoke stained roof.

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