4:48 – Williamsburg Coffee Shop

You could have been a miniature painter
in a past life
delirium
Brooklyn bound
trains run every 16 minutes
and I like the way taint
is a torn up wet paint sign
My boy – let us brush this town
red.
I still have one night
and one hand worth living for.

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