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there's a train in Truckee, Ca that never blows it horn

and it’s cold outside

on the dock

the dog is chasing mosquitoes

and I am drinking cheap wine

 

I wonder if my mother knew I’d be

as ugly as the world

black and blue and green

but mostly black

and I think back to high school

when I aced calculus

and made out with Ashley in the back of her Jetta

but I’ve always hated math

and Ashley died drunk driving her Jetta, I think

 

the dog and I head back up to the cabin

for another bottle of wine

as I walk up the steps

I can hear Hank Williams on the Silvertone

“my bucket’s got a hole in in it

my bucket’s got a hole in it”

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dominic-rocky
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Jun 10, 2013
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