American Blues I’m a face full of bottles in a franchise store. I’m too many kinds I don’t know which to chose I’m a foggy reflection in the linoleum floor. I got them tooth paste, mouth wash American blues. My friend’s a check out tag with a forgotten name. She’s got a ties in her hair and a lot of tattoos. And I’m another shopper, all one and the same. I’ve got them insert your card American blues. The guy who collects carts looks like a loner. with an ear pod play list, he’s a local stoner. I’m waiting and waiting until the lights turn green. There’s a car front and back and I’m in between. I’ve been another day wasted at a night at a bar. on the side streets and main streets and avenues. I’ve been the burger and fries sitting in my car. I’ve got them jumbo size me, vacant eyes me American blues.
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