"A Day Late and A Dollar Short" by David HartIt was a cold dreamsicle nightA blackbird colored sky drippedRice Krispie snow bits downOn a cracked dirt ridden streetAn egg yoke colored taxi shuffleslidesby, blowing smoke rings from its rattlingrear pipe.I was worn out like an overused dish rag. I sat spinning semi-circles on aswivel stool at Joe's Open All Nightgreasy diner.An angry cup of coffee winked at me withMud puddled eyes and dared me to drink it.A rag doll woman with shredded wheat hairSat sucking on a bent cigaretteHer smeared lipstick put on like a badcoloring book.Two yellow bug eyed eggs squinted at meand said they'dlike to get to know my aching heart.I gave a slight half smile to mysmeared redded up mouthed fellow epicurean.Her nostrils flaired as cigarette smoke and makeup poweredfell from her boozer nose.This could be my 208th love affair --This one will last I am sure of it.A couple of burgers on the once silver grillnow screamed their last thoughts on life.Another day late, another dollar short.Hart2007

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