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They throw down cash, throw back shots, and throw me business cards at lunch break — Sardines wearing headphones who ride the same express train everyday, in between sardines wearing headphones who ride the same express train everyday, in between sardines wearing headphones who ride the same express train that stops at Lincoln and Broadway, everyday. Wasting Brooklyn nights for noisey lights till trash time. Stinky sticky street walk home past empty bars to Hugo meowing down the door for new litter. But I am so tired.
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Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 9:16 PM UTC
New York means work.
They throw down cash, throw back shots, and throw me business cards at lunch break — Sardines wearing headphones who ride the same express train everyday, in between sardines wearing headphones who ride the same express train everyday, in between sardines wearing headphones who ride the same express train that stops at Lincoln and Broadway, everyday. Wasting Brooklyn nights for noisey lights till trash time. Stinky sticky street walk home past empty bars to Hugo meowing down the door for new litter. But I am so tired.
New York means work.
courtney-pruitt
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Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 9:16 PM UTC
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