#3 of 30 by 30 heard the sound of a motorcycle 2 blocks away a film maker friend explained why she was getting few minutes of room tone after recording my words walked by a gaunt and hairless guy dancing his IV pole down the hospital corridor and flirting, with much success, with giggling nurses spied a cracked guitar case covered in decades of road stickers leaning on a brick wall got a wicked daredevil smile from the silver ponytailed strummer of the guitar from that old case i dont think about you every day any more. and mostly when i do i smile. but sometimes late at night by surprise I miss you so much i cry
Posted on: Fri, 04 Apr 2014 17:29:27 +0000