Delays:
Flooding on the tracks
60's iconoclast in a class chasm
a horn totted G-chord
(Liberace in brass tones)
He stood near the doors. Bassman's Blues.
"I am the poor man's poet, Baby;
You got any change, Baby?"
The news spouted something of delays,
morning commute in a manic-panic
and when the milk
ran out/went bad/spoiled
i had my coffee dry
and sweet.
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