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Saltines and Codeine

Almost everyone who came back from Korean War plays Piano now. All around that lounge were cognac glasses being used for tip jars. The customers were either runaways-fugitives or here for a cheap getaway. Red could play Piano for days hooked on saltines and codeine. After the evenings set Red new it was back to the sidewalk laying next to a warm cup of coffee and the memory of being told how good he was. He was startled by voices that begged him to play more songs "c'mon Red give us a song that old favorite,the song that makes us forget".

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Date: 1/2/2011 3:50:00 PM
this is another well written poem...there is something compelling about your writing...
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