Meteor Shower

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3 a.m., a twelve pack and I can see my breath.

 

I’m sitting on the hood of my car in the park.

 

Smoke billows out of open car windows from across the parking lot,

 

I take out a cigarette and wonder if I paid the rent this month.

 

I glance over, looks like a couple of bums quarrelling rowdily next to a small fire in the trees.

 

I shout, “Hey, don’t bother arguing, the sky is about to fall.  Want a beer?”

 

They stumble over, grab a beer and grunt something that sounds like

 

“Thanks, man” and return to the warmth of the fire in the woods.

 

My phone rings and I let it.

 

No need to answer it, I thought.

 I’ll talk to them when I talk to them.

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on 11/21/07 at 05:15 PM

love it, love it, love it.

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