Tag: short story
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Some Kind of Salvation
I don’t drink.I think about drinking some times.I think about disappearing into the city,Into the night.Into a rock and roll song.The music.The crowd.The passion.Sparks.I’ve been lost.I’ve been a fool.But the music,Is me.AndI am the music.Like a map,Back to myself.A pawn shop guitar man,But a guitar…
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Bath Tub Blues
Maybe I’ll run on like a rolling stone,Still going into my 80s.When my Pappa was getting his bus pass.Maybe I’ll be more like,A fat guy in the bathtub.Thinking he is having the last laugh.Either way,I’m going to take this moment.Take this day.And live it.© Paul…
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Bus Stop Boogie
Bus stop in the gentle rain,Waiting,Waiting.Old couple arguing about something, nipping at each other.Dressed like they are on a hill-walking expedition in monsoon season for the trip down to the bingo.Sharing a packet of Wotsits.The wet grass.Cars rolling by in the street,Turn up the volume,Ian…
