10,609. MAN, I CAN'T TELL A THING ANYMORE

MAN, I CAN'T TELL 

A THING ANYMORE

What have you got, old friend? 

Sawbuck, redefiner, tent designer

or tenterhook? I can't tell by seeing,

and every else looks strange. Here's

my latest address book. Within it,

everything's changed, with people

coming and going, one thing or the

other, and the only safety valve is

the more things change...the more

they remain the same.' I remember,

on that corner, used to be a costume

store, right by that old Jefferson

Courthouse tower; people coming 

and going. It was always nuts with

that Halloween Parade. Never meant

to formally be, but always was, gay.

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Now, all that's over. The cabs aren't

yellow any longer, and people move

about at will  -  all the arm up in the

air stuff  -  can you believe  -  is over.

People reserve their cars and rides now

by looking at a phone app.  Everyone 

used to seem so helpless; now they do 

it all for themselves. Yes, a big difference, 

I suppose, but all the value is gone  -  just

like that costume shop that used to be.