On cold nights
back alleys, street corners,
pubs, and greasy spoons
hold the life
of a dying city.
Beautiful blond hair,
smoke rings,
coffee stained books
preserving history
on soiled pages.
Guys with egos,
girls in push up bra's
all putting out lies
on dirty mattresses.
How to stay warm.
Little apartments,
cardboard boxes,
Hotel Missouri,
someones arms.
All an attempt
to mix life with love
if only for a moment,
just to feel what
they're missing.
Maybe I should try
stepping out of my coat
and putting on a heart
for once.
If only I could.
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