Iron out the iniquities
Of sweet Thursday mornings
Spent unemployed
And sipping empty
Coffers
At the Starbuck’s Hilton
Level 2
Undressed I saw the creases
Took a moment to familiarise myself
With: charming lady
Of Oriental dispensations
In a back street in soho
Where someone I once stood next to
Wandered off
Chasing the words of my dream
In her heart.
Thursday, 8 January 2009
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