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Logistically Loitering
He went after ten to the corner cafe
Lit brazenly against the backdrop
Of the wife and the kids
Arriving at five on the shuttle
that hustled him into
this port
Spending the night
Looking for a lifeline
To recall when he's anchored
In Cleveland
Hey,a sirens beginning to sing
Strolling away to
A rain soaked night
His conscience safely stowed
Navigating the front desk
Lingering at
Coast is clear
as though
Shanghied to Ohio
Breaking apart on the rocks
Offering cab
fare
And coffee
Walking into
the wake
Alone
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Vickey Rhymer
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