I walked toward it without knowing
Not knowing where I was going
I did not want to think about where I just went
The money I spent and the shame
Of it all I guess, from the time I started last night
I must be a sight, suspended within what I think you think
You must know where I just been
I know you seen me when I was walking with that thang
So I'll just keep my hands in my pockets my head will sink
Yeah, of me I know what you must think
I walk tore up and all played out through the crisp morning light
I must be a sight. . .then I saw you
John J.
On Collins Street, Asylum Hill, 7 July 1998
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