Saturday, September 6, 2014

5878. COME KNOCKING SOUNDLY

COME KNOCKING SOUNDLY
Come knocking soundly, daughter of love, and rattle again
my brain. Give me those nervous shakes that the corner 
bum partakes around the barrel fire  -  Thunderbird and 
Night Train Express deep within the broken heart's salvage.
You know the meaning of the meaning of my feeling : I've
played cards with the Devil and lost. 

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