drugstore blues -
diet coke, cigarettes, matches.
the old pink-clad-hag in front
buying rum at 1:00 pm.
but how could one resist
with the sun so bright and all.
wrong cigarette brand,
speculation of thievery,
the fuckin' accusations fly
like peasoup vomit and
the sympathy I feel
for the poor guy behind the counter
who has to deal with other people's
vices
all day long.
