LUNCH

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Lunch. This piece is called 'Lunch.' That's when I wrote it.
It's on a paper napkin. I had to borrow a pen from my waiter.
It's the little things.

'LUNCH'

The blvd. of broken dreams sifts thru the coffee shop
reminds me of the Rolling Stones and I'm reading about
Thom Yorke's eraser
Glancing up this amazing beautiful girl walks by
the window not thinking of me unfortunately
If I could see those blue eyes behind those
black shades then maybe I could forget
about everything else
My Mom in the hospital
My Dad alone
My girl outta town

The tall windows broken into
three panels some long streaks dangling down
into my brain pulling at my heart
dancing like a dervish inside me
mixing me like a bloody mary
All over town I feel like crying
and back out the window
there's a nun on a bicycle
The church in my head swings open
and I rush inside to pray.

(c) 2006 Tim Young