10,978. HAMLET'S CRAZY HUT

HAMLET'S CRAZY HUT

Here at home we are bored; standing

listlessly by the entrance to old banks

and outdated concert halls. The guy with

the flugel horn from the Mephistopholes'

Dance-Hall band has just left. I think

they layed him off. No one writes for

that instrument anymore, and even

polka-dancers won't dance to it.

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A lady came over today, with her

little girl, while I was standing by the 

car, my dog with me, just staring, right

by the dollar store where Sentry TV 

used to be. Boy, those were the days.

The little girl says, 'We have a dog,

at home. Named Blanco.' I said, 'Hey,

I bet it's white!' She said, 'Yes, he's

all white, all over.'

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Just down the street, right by the

tire shop named Atlantic, still stands

the burned-out hulk of the go-go bar 

that used to be called Jammers. I 

wonder where all those girls have 

gone. Old people's homes? 

Or just mothers at home?