I wish I could
have taken that place
with it's long benches
heavy tables
cheerful bartender
and put it in my hometown
but we all know
the charm of places
like that
is that you can drink
knowing happily
no one knows who
you are
I keep a brass bowl of paperclips from a man that didn't want to even give all of it away but he had to because there was no use for anything like that anymore sometimes I stare at it and wonder if th
it's days like this with the sun blaring and the birds calling with mowers in the distance that I know I wasn't made for summer but I can't help feel the flickering neon lights of anticipation in the
There's a metal cup of coffee getting cold somewhere in a house where someone has forgotten that they even made it because the weight of living in this place and the amount of money owed has taken hol
