Thursday, January 29, 2009

January 27th, 2009

Angie rides the bus
All across town
She hums and drums
Against the set
In front of her.

Valerie drinks fine wine
And watches reality television
With the volume low.
She makes up stories
And the words they spit.

But Bobby knows better
Than to sing to strangers
Or to sit in a room
With alcohol and the lights dimmed.

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