Blooze

What is it about late fall evening fog? 
The vapors almost squeeze without touching 
It's so damnably beat the wall lonely 
and that time dragging on and on with each step taken 
Getting too wet to see beyond the next glow of street light 
like hurrying to nowhere and feeling too damn late 
Damn but those bars look so inviting 
But don't they always 
All these cities look and feel alike 
I almost smelt muddy waters just remembering home 
why does late evening fog taste so sad sweat sweet 
How did I get to this echo blue city street? 
That piano sounds like a friend I once knew 
slow finger Louie man could he hang a note 
Maybe just one more 
For the road 
What could it hurt?

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