Wednesday, March 29, 2000

clean slate mind

strange chill and then
the sun sneaks behind
another cloud
day’s almost gone
and immediately to my left
ears that might hear me
if I think too loud
strange names called
and stories told
extra loud complete with profanity
and laughter what time is it now
how come there are
so many children here
regular coffee ten minutes
after I arrive
wish I could leave
locked into this spot
can’t wash to a clean
slate mind…

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