Poem: Rain Starting On A Sunday Night

Oct 11, 2013

∙ Paid

They were improvising music up there on make-shift stage some guy was dancing (but I missed most of that).

One guy played drums with his hands, feet and mind - the other played clute and saxophone

I drank coffee and smoked a fag and lounged back on an uncomfortable couch.

No structure to the seating, no melody in my soul:

Seemed to sum up the situation

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