This writing was done at the free food place. The first time we went there to eat.
More people pilin' in but I just wanna' stay in my box gettin' louder now tryin' to keep to-with-in-myself coffee gettin' a little cooled off drink it up & get some more they've all obviously been here before maybe every day wanna' be sittin' amongst warm colored trees with leaves flyin' down next to me playin' guitar & still inside my box my mind now I hear a piano didn't know there was one 'cause I've never been here before someone playin' it around the corner can't see but can definitely hear drink it in some guy is overwhelmed by the saxophone it seems & I want more coffee now on my third cup & the man around the corner is unfortunately playin' **** I've heard a million times before smells stale rotten lovely some other man is singin' loud beautiful deep dark man don't know where the one person I know has gone but I continue to write as another man joins in the vocal sounds oh- the one I know is back & for some reason the people across us are kissin' on eachother sun shinin' through the curtains for some reason I suddenly smile.
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