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Post by maddogblues on Sept 1, 2009 13:58:25 GMT -5
It Has Nothing to Do With The CoffeeYou woke me. All night the bench was hard and I had to move to the scrub pines three times when headlights shined down the prom. The sun is warm now and I don’t have to move no matter who comes. It’s a beautiful day though I did wish I could have the remainder of the coffee you threw in the trashcan next to me while you were speaking into your phone to someone in Portland about being on vacation and how ‘they’ could go fuck themselves. I didn’t feel bad for you even after a pause when you said: “I’ll be there this afternoon god damn it.” It has nothing to do with the coffee, there were some kids drinking on the beach last night. I can get their cans. Video goes with the poem: www.youtube.com/watch?v=-YCVBqf0b2s
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