Welcome

by Jacki   Nov 21, 2004


Alone sitting on this stool
tilting my drink up to let
it coat my wanting throat.
SoCo please on the rocks
again alway the same
never changing
always staggering out the door.
Sitting on the park bench
smelling of a bar
I curl up and and fall asleep
welcome to my home.

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