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Monday night tuxedo and
The tables are dirty
Permanent coffee stains and empty sugar packets,
the prelude to the Great American Tale
Told by roadmaps + starlight-(photos not yet developed)
The world looks different in the shine of a napkin
dispenser
The sunrise stiff, rub the sleep out awakening
Greets the insomniac fool
Midnight lovers and bleary eyed
The world floats
In bottomless java hallucinations and
French fried blues-
he soul food of this unraveling, ubiquitous idea,
This America.
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