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A new year came born last night Or an old one died Worn and used, useless Amidst champaign, påte and toasts. This new day, new noon, new year Black tie, fine clothes folded, Noted a shirt stud lost And must be replaced. Before we part five stars Rented the night I would Step outside for a cigarette - No smoking inside, only cigars. It's just the help who smoke Paper wrapped scraps Out back by the trash And I wouldn't be welcome. Lobby busy with guests On their ways through Doors held open to Black labeled autos Where the heeled reach hand To men whose faces they avoid Exchanging obligatory graft Glad their craft returned. January air stabs Its frigid blade slicing Nostrils, lungs in pain, cheek burns Frost earns my mustache. Finally past the bustle Some steps to the side Where my fix can be lit "Hey, brother" A voice, a wretch Cold taken its toll, nasal exudate Frozen in a lake on lip He hopped from foot to foot And I smelled him, vagabond An assault to air already painful Oh, to walk on, feign deafness! But needy eyes held me Refusing the cigarette offered He just wanted to say "Happy new year" Know that he existed. Brown eyes cried That someone finally stopped To listen.
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Oct 10, 2009
Oct 10, 2009 at 7:34 PM UTC
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A new year came born last night Or an old one died Worn and used, useless Amidst champaign, påte and toasts. This new day, new noon, new year Black tie, fine clothes folded, Noted a shirt stud lost And must be replaced. Before we part five stars Rented the night I would Step outside for a cigarette - No smoking inside, only cigars. It's just the help who smoke Paper wrapped scraps Out back by the trash And I wouldn't be welcome. Lobby busy with guests On their ways through Doors held open to Black labeled autos Where the heeled reach hand To men whose faces they avoid Exchanging obligatory graft Glad their craft returned. January air stabs Its frigid blade slicing Nostrils, lungs in pain, cheek burns Frost earns my mustache. Finally past the bustle Some steps to the side Where my fix can be lit "Hey, brother" A voice, a wretch Cold taken its toll, nasal exudate Frozen in a lake on lip He hopped from foot to foot And I smelled him, vagabond An assault to air already painful Oh, to walk on, feign deafness! But needy eyes held me Refusing the cigarette offered He just wanted to say "Happy new year" Know that he existed. Brown eyes cried That someone finally stopped To listen.
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Oct 10, 2009
Oct 10, 2009 at 7:34 PM UTC
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