JOHNNY FAYE'S
BLUE COAT DREAM
BLUE COAT DREAM
One
intense matter, most all the same. The lights are
blinking on and off, the roadway shines like water. Here,
where the yellow taxis sing, there is nothing left amiss.
-
Down the street, a lamp screams at the lamppost, and I
see the new man with the strange blue coat : as in a dream,
his outlines are indistinct. I cannot be sure where he is going.
blinking on and off, the roadway shines like water. Here,
where the yellow taxis sing, there is nothing left amiss.
-
Down the street, a lamp screams at the lamppost, and I
see the new man with the strange blue coat : as in a dream,
his outlines are indistinct. I cannot be sure where he is going.
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