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Trash and trash talk [58]

Trash and trash talk

Behind the door: trash talk and trash,
cigarette smoke wafting through thick air,
ash-choke of Idaho, weak grey sun.
It's August in the alley and Paul Simon sings
...die she must. And we wish she would
so we could bury her and clear the air.
In September ...we'd remember,... maybe,
but October's frosty brews would help us forget.
But today, today she's singing out of tune:
Give the blues, give me a Pabst.
I'll put blue ribbons in your hair and dance.
Behind the bar: trash talk and trash,
ribbons of smoke, weaving a trance.

© Kåre Enga (28.avril.2017) [174.58]

Written at Fact and Fiction, inspired by Mark Gibbons, thinking of the back alleys behind Missoula's bars.

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