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Sharon
you drop into my night like a blues song
starting after it's to late
the action happening already
although i should work and not think
at least not of you.
it's always like this
whether you are at the pinball machine
or carry in sodas from the side room
the dogs sniff bark sniff
the dusty colored chipped linoleum floor
i have never seen you
walk by cans of meat and tomato soup
dust the tampons
scan a newpaper
this store, your town
that drinks
cheap beer beer beer from cans bottles picnic
tables
your kids work at the store
sometimes
and your white gremlin waits outside
and rusts
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