Tuesday, September 23, 2008

 

a touch of drunken scrawl

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Stepping into the alley
Parting the cigarette haze
The air is redolent
With the scent of the sea
And suddenly Boston
Is Provincetown
A quiet bar
A full juke box
A glass of bourbon
And the night is full of chance
If not possibility.

# posted by R. L. Allison @ 3:33 PM
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