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Walker Street
San Francisco
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Walker Street is where I spent A couple of days That reminded me of times When all problems dissolved In a glass of water With a little green pill. I was all alone then Except for my pills. The bed was dirty But held the scent of Last night's pleasures. That made me smile In reminiscence |
And look longingly Toward another night. That night may pass my way. One window's pane was cracked And let in the cold air Of the Bay to chill my toes. I don't like the cold, So I ran away to find A place where I could be warm, And never be alone. I'm still running. I wonder if I will ever be warm, Or if Walker Street isn't so bad After all. |