Tuesday, November 02, 2004

blues in the grass

a match
a glass
the taste of sulfur
a late night
what might as well be
in a can
tomorrow's a big day
decides a lot of things
and I can't sleep
can't sleep at all
nobody to call
the sound of the rain
the rising waters
parked a block away
got wet
then played
two blues
too punk
pie place closed
so I came home
and here I am
busting open roaches
lighting matches
and wishing I could sleep

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