L Street Blues

 

morning on the corner
where the gray cat smiles
stares from the window   and it all melts
                                                                                                                                               in the sun
while the cool dogs play
                                           tacks in the alley
there, there
where the bully beats your song
dance till the noon-time moon
comes, reaper of the afternoon
stranger with a suitcase full of
happy
till you all

fall down
and the stars
come out to play

 

 

 

 

 

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