for Brian Boutwell
across the table
in a nondescript diner
in a nondescript souther town
in a state of hot breath
and bone chilling plastic seat covers
a reunion of old all still the same
covering tracks and past misspellings
memorizing new lines in old faces.
hello, old friend. it has been a while, hasn't it?
2 comments:
souther(n) ;)
just like old times then, eh? ^_^
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