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Hot Coffee, Double Cream


last night I walked alone
I saw a parade of children
proud parent monitored
laughing police for crowd control while
people crouched in doorways of urine

last night I drank at Li Po and stole the shot glass
before buying Le Monde and trying to read
while I drank hot coffee with double cream

last night I bought new shoes
and gave away the old
before traffic gambles
and cursed grimaces
from a soul lost

last night I danced atop benches
while strangers watched from closed cars
on the edge of curiousity
approaching fear

last night I walked alone
smiled at all, sang aloud
and thought of the night
to forget the day

alone

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