Speed
My tarnished key is bent and worn...
Doesn't fit the rusty lock anymore...
I forgot your name but remember your face...
Why won't you open the door?
I take a long drag off my cigarette,
as my brother breathes with a machine...
I bring my baby home and go to work.
When I get home, she's a teen...
Let's get together and resurrect
the old band...
We'll talk after my surgery,
when I'm able to stand...
What's wrong with that clock?
Why is it running so fast?
Missed my morning show...
Guess I'll catch the podcast...
Copyright © Darrell Hoover | Year Posted 2016
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