poem 28

by dog e relaford

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my hat was gray and my briefcase was brown or maybe it was the other way around the people in the street all wore a frown i was lost in a strange town down the avenue flags were flying messages flashed but they were all lying drums were beating players were cheating i had to get back to the important meeting i could not very well ask my way back to the hotel because to my eternal shame i had forgotten the hotel’s name the grand? the biltmore? something like that a bird flew past and stole my hat next poem