WHEN LAST
There is no fighting spirit
left, and I see all the girls
have gone home. So much
seems different now. Lights
are up in the corners, and some
security fixture scans the show.
Who would know, and who would
not : wanderers and businessmen,
all away and on the road, calling
home about their best behavior,
but lying through their teeth
at the Best Western bar.
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