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January 15, 2005
Paris at noon
Samuel, pale, long face,
A tall man, sitiing at the bar,
His eyes sinking in his skull,
Straw hair, sleeked back,
Chocking on a cigarette,
Jotting down words,
In angular letters
Next to him, Jean paul,
With matted down hair,
Square faced, deformed,
Much shorter, hanging
To the bar rail, Ordering
Vodka sec, on ice, while
Catching his bad eye
In the mirror
The cafe is dark,
Kinda empty,
Two hookers, on
The other side of the bar,
wait, while talking,
It's only noon outside,
The bar keeper fills
their drinks,
While they wait for Albert
Posted by Idinraha at January 15, 2005 09:30 AM