Monday, June 27, 2005

a new york night in memphis

new york boarded

her plane landed
and the taxi driver hit
on her, different than
the others he fit
in his car thus far

later on

its colder at home
she thought over lipstick
he should have known
she'd be late to this
meeting for dinner over blues

the next

song that played
told stories that seemed
too closely relayed
their thoughts intercede
silently connected

to each other

this seemed normal
to wait your entire life
to travel and be formally
introduced to the sight
and touch that would be

the rest of your life

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