Tubes and Beams

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Posts large and becoming
With their shoulders reaching
A ceiling without cover or protection from rain
A window who’s only purpose is to be plain
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Boring
Sunlight from fluorescents
Tires screech
Horns screams
Only but to no one  but the loneliness
This is may be a same day’s rest
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A lot pass by  unmindful of the dear tubes and beams
They pass none but to escape, it seems
Finally it’s the day’s end
Time to go without a goodbye to a friend
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Keep you mush
Keep your metal and rust
You are the same old junk
Yet not in this same old parking lot
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Can’t you wait to see the outside?
See her as she go near and abide
You old man! Nothing is there to hide
A lover in waiting are god’s delight!
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Yet you hold close to impatience
As you capture every memory delivered
A memory to touch is a blessing
And your dreams of forever is sonly coming.
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Missing you
Parking lot
Fin at 8:06 AM
December 4, 2008