dirty toilet by Artur Desruisseauxthe coffee shop has closed up
the bacon tasting like shit
stale cigarette smoke
now its chinese restaurant
all the memories gone
like the fag waiter
the fat hostess
the mexican cooks
the counter littered with white trash truck drivers with cat hats, flannels and suspenders
you took many dates there
and they left
you smoking with the check
you were always the carwash
the post office
the little red barn that nobody visited
the nights and days
and mornings
brown carpet and stove with a burned out pilot light
you were garbage cans and obese neighbors
with pink and gold fords
rusted, waiting for death
you were busted up sidewalk, a cracked skull, black mold, a stolen car
you were nights alone listening to it rain
the sounds of trains and babies crying
a jet flying overhead
a little mattress and a day old newspaper
the late show,
you are now off the air. 01/23/2013 Posted on 01/23/2013 Copyright © 2024 Artur Desruisseaux
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