Parking Lot
It's not the same concrete parking lot that it was years ago.
Eternally characterized by the graffiti decorating the cold stone.
Those stiff business people aren't like those that populate it after dark.
Hardcore music used to echo around the underground haven
while teenage miscreants and outcasts ignored the rising moon and passing
time.
Those kids grew up too long ago
The parking lot's abandoned now, and it'll never be the same again.
Copyright © Jessica Wong | Year Posted 2007
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