it's 45° and it's almost June
it's new
england and the saying goes
if you
don't like the weather
wait a
minute it will change
how true it
is
the night
slips way out of reach
down beside
the seat
on the
other side of the car
his nose is
running
by the end
of the tenth cigarette
of the
night back wondering
how it
could be so late
when he's
got to wake so early...
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