sittin next to my sister on the dock of the bay
(the couch in the living room,
the room you live in)
yes, one of those moods, the tired goof ones,
a shade of delirium, too tired for sentences to find ends
or capitalization. woozy with
unfinished dresses
and folks i miss in pittsburgh
(miss you too much to have a long conversation)
who can meet up because they have cars
or whatever it takes to meet up.
watching the tide roll away
sittin on the dock of the bay
wasting time.
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