French Night

French kisses and hard liqueur
the bass beat
Smoke filled room
bartender's felt tip pen
lipstick stained serviette
taxi to the highway
night sky drinks air,
shattered concrete and salty baguette,
cold jacket sleeves
wet vinyl seat.
Breathe diamond air like fragrance of frozen sun.
Tap my fingers on the window
worn red shoes tattered in the corner
sweet little thoughts
just like I once was,
ringing phone call screams
coffee is cold...
Reality pangs loose hairs
side wards glance pulling a shade of red,
by the front door
paper clip

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