Open Poetry #47 |
The smell of rotten tobacco |
Juju Member Elite
since 2003-12-29
Posts 3429In your dreams |
The smell of rotten tobacco I drove to the old gas station My tank was running on empty And I had a long haul ahead. Drunken men lean against the wall A taste of procrastination Touches lips in a bitter rage While nerves are soothed with red wine Juju |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...James |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
You nailed it my friend...seen and heard many times - from the outside. Well done. j. |
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Krawdad Member Elite
since 2001-01-03
Posts 2597 |
And their long haul as well. Maybe that could be a title, "Long Haul" and use your current title as part of V2. I like little time vignettes like this. Thanks for posting it. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Impressive. And as Krawdad says ... to think that they too have their "long haul" ahead! Love, Margherita |
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