the young poet caterwauled to acoustic guitar
slamming out chords with brown hair in his eyes
white shirt and skinny jeans and espresso foam art
true love in a 16 oz. coffee cup
he smoked scented cigarettes for hours on end
the portable organ reverbed through the cold
europe crept out of hiding one evening a month
artists peddled their nightmareish wares
life spilled out on the streets
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