WINDOW DRESSING
How is it, so distressed : black sky.
Where is it, so distressed: how high?
Five round cars are at the old Bayway
Circle. Now it's nothing but a new mess.
I can't be beholden to anything, and all
the things of my youth are gone. I need
to buy some canned air. Pressure spray.
All. The. Way. Can't cry over spilled
milk. The store in New Brunswick,
selling sheepskin coats, is that still
there? It was three doors down, once,
from Olde Yorke Books, and right
near The Melody Bar as well.
I remembered your name then,
though I surely have forgotten it now.
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