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city ramble

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walkin towards sunset and gower, hollywood

 

a very old guy tap dances for me in the echoing garage of a foreclosure

i see a bug sleeping between the quick and the dead when a raindrop falls on it jolting it flamboyantly

a nostalgic crush of tears when i see a small boy with perfectly combed and pomaded hair, and carrying a briefcase, following proudly must be his mother down the sidewalk

watched a bum throw his heavy load over his other shoulder in a bright spank of sun

couldn't believe it but saw a rare yugo parked in the driveway of a duplex, egg splatter drying across taillights and rear window

i hear a crass bebop step step step it's the old cripple nearing the porno section of the sidewalk newstand

sudden vision of a wind gust flattening the fur of a standing collie

a silvergray tourist bus passes slowly, the driver's voice unintelligibly droning energetically 

ok i open the screen door of roscoe's house of chicken and waffles and see a vacant table by the window

used to be i could smoke luckies here and watch lovely chocolate legs adjust themselves beneath the tables 

a few things have changed but not the leg thrill

 

 

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after vision says:

sometimes we go back home only to discover that home ain't home no more

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