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Daily Archives: December 1, 2005
You Can Come Home
One winter’s night a number of years ago in Boston, I was huddled in my small studio apartment on Boylston Street near Berklee College of Music. It was a cold December evening, and as I recall I was broke and … Continue reading
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Tagged desperation, devotion, loneliness, longing, love, relationships
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Undertown
There’s nothing much that’s happening here in Undertown since they closed the old refinery and sent those pink slips ’round; Down at Cheaters they’re still drinking, but the jukebox plays the sound of old frustrations. It’s been fourteen years and … Continue reading
Posted in Poems, Songs, Statements
Tagged boredom, disillusion, frustration, isolation, pointlessness, small towns, unemployment
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