a thought of warmer places tropic stars
waiting for news of who's come out ahead
you look on poor souls sitting in dim bars
images swirl like smoke from old cigars
as bookies calculate the total spread
a thought of warmer places tropic stars
our minds recall the older fights and jars
the floors are clean where once they all were red
you look on poor souls sitting in dim bars
others are shown who learned to wear their scars
with pride and dignity they were best fed
a thought of warmer places tropic stars
cold streets not lit by many passing cars
no one is sure just who was to have led
you look on poor souls sitting in dim bars
some other tunes are played on their guitars
and far away the happy now are sped
a thought of warmer places tropic stars
you look on poor souls sitting in dim bars
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
19 January 2008
a thought of warmer places
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