The Goddamn Band
39
39 takes me where I need to be, betweencartons of cigarettes and gallons of gasolineRiding the line to the downtown, allows us small boysto feel so grown up with fistfuls of adult stuffIn the coffee shop, you tore the filter off your cigaretteTobacco set to flame, what’s your name? What is your name?Sip dose of caffeine, Charles Bukowski could not care lessExpress disinterest in this drawn out process of ageThe table beneath your book’s disabled, it needs a liftNew York Times beneath the leg, it’s now stable for the day
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