Friday, February 04, 2005

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Smeared black ink
Your palms are sweaty
And I'm barely listening to last demands
I'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried underneath
Where I am

I'll wear my badge
A vinyl sticker with big block letters adherent to my chest
That tells your new friends: I am a visitor here I am not permanent
And the only thing keeping me dry is where I am
you seem so out of context
in this gaudy apartment complex
a stranger with your door
key explaining that i'm just visiting
and i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving

D.C. sleeps alone tonight

you seem so out of context
in this gaudy apartment complex
A stranger with your door key explaining that I'm just visiting
and I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving
Why I was the one worth leaving
the district sleeps alone tonight
after the bars turn out their lights
and send the autos swerving into the loneliest evening
and i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving

James Barr at 6:52 AM

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