it's gonna be
another late night:
sore feet,
sore back.
can't sleep:
a theoretical
$58 in my pocket.
6:28 PM:
no one here;
why am I?
10:55 PM:
five minutes before closing;
no one is leaving.
11:55 PM:
still here,
waiting.
12:58 PM:
can't sleep,
Keane stuck in my brain,
with a theoretical
dream in my pocket.
Saturday, July 09, 2005
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3 comments:
a theoretical dream, wow!!
gulnaz
Very interesting. Like the way you put in the time before each line after the middle.
Yes, yes. I happened to be working in a music store when their self-titled album came out. I rejected the insults that they are mimicing Coldplay. I absolutely love their music. Plus, I think they have better lyrics than Coldplay. Thanks! :)
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