To begin a true story people without admitting it
Anxiously awaited day a restless throng
Taking an outdoor escalator up and down
The side of some old building maybe a condemned
Hotel possibly a foreclosed bank I don’t really care
I’m not into particulars tonight but I was there
I saw what happened as I stood across the street
With the air of a man who mislaid a most important
Briefcase watching them going up and down
And spitting and farting as dawn opened
Like an empty wallet and all the people looked
Up at the same time as if to see some sort of cloud-
Lit advertisement some kind of transcendental
Enticement to spend money they didn’t have
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