overnight at the bus station
the rain fell cold
raw
empty faces looking for the quick fix
a little boy curled up in the corner
fetal-sucking his thumb
drowning in a pool of tears
shaking
looks likes another good night
the man by the door has a raincoat on
fogged up milk-bottle bottom glasses
and a chainsaw in his chest
cool
want to grow up to be just like him
and old man snoring in the phone booth
all out of quarters, spent all his sense
empty bottles of cisco by his side
good time to call it a night
he's got a road map on his face
could be baltimore
the security guards resembles a "mustache pete"
salvatore maybe
might be a little stoned
and strung out sally's trying to look happy
a smile might help
her face gaunt
she hasn't eaten in days
all across america the night falls dark
exquisitely lonely
terminally bare
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