Track 109A Poem by Lonesome TravelerRough hue, the heel and toe. Washed out in the heat, still living the deadbeat up in Skid Row. Amongst the world weariness lost wives, lost kids, lost hopes. Cheap Muscadet spills with smoke. Dirt, dust and dope. Still there's one crazy beat bum not undone, by years gone by; out with the birdsong he can still fly. A mad student Brakeman runs for the lot, makes six hundred a month saves every last dot. © 2013 Lonesome TravelerReviews
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5 Reviews Added on January 28, 2013 Last Updated on January 28, 2013 AuthorLonesome TravelerUnited KingdomAboutYoung, British and naive going on cynical. Searching for the right path, and all that mother jazz. " Pass the parcel, sometimes that's all you can do. Take it, feel it, and pass it on. Not for me, .. more..Writing
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