Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Stoop, Brownstone

"You don't know her, and you never will"
he said back
we had tried to cheer him up
and get him back to the Saturday mood
but some lyric set him off
"She is gone now, but I will always be chasing her. The idea of her.
Even though she is in another lovers arms."
the taxi arrived
we all were soaked
"You'll never know her"
he muttered one last time
his own mistakes had him on the rack
but a stiff drink waited
and we could make him laugh again

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