Freedom Trail
In a silent still night
On empty city streets
The moonlight shines bright
Casting shadows on walking feet.
Bloodshot eyes,
Dirtied white-tee,
The odor of outside,
Need some sleep.
Hard wood
Don't come around here often,
I suppose I could
Dream in an open coffin.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
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