“Man, I gotta get out of Jersey,”
The poem started and ended.
Somewhere in between,
Liz, my long ago friend
From the panhandle of Texas
Told me a tale of nuns
And theft of broken hearts
And all the things
Which would eventually
Leave me lonely
And longing for her,
Somewhere far away again
As I looked for cheap
Bus, train, or airline tickets.
“Man, I gotta get out of Jersey,”
The poem started and ended.
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