Friday, February 4, 2011

it's a battered old suitcase

  and it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace,
And a wound that will never heal
No prima donna, the perfume is on an
Old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey
And goodnight to the street sweepers,

the night watchmen flame keepers
And goodnight to Mathilda, too

Tom Traubert's Blues

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