(idea) by etouffee Fri Oct 17 2003 at 3:30:50
Reds from stoplights
yellows from streetlamps
they all melt into watercolor puddles
pools that ripple on the edge of the sidewalks

I should pull my head under an awning
or pull up my wet collar coat
but I lean back and drink it all in
the drops racing down on me
the music from the club I can't afford to sit in
the smell of fried oysters and geriatric buses

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