Sunday, March 03, 2013

A Free Ticket

Following a word
down a city street
stopping to say it
to three ladies
waiting for the bus

You unencumbered
with worries, delivered
from a rent payment
You immune from
what's passing around

Waiting for the man
to stop playing the guitar,
soul music filling
the street, minor keys
taking over
sadness hanging in the air

Play a different scene
loosen up
today the day
I'm handing out words

It's spare
bone knuckle hard
I'm handing out
a ticket says release








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