a pirate’s buried dreams

yo ho yo ho

yo ho yo ho, a pirate’s buried dreams

the cafe is the same is not the same cold cold dirty

ground & low stone wall dividing caffeine drunks from

the highway & constant slow stream of tourist cars—

the faces now are strange-rs, no hugs no offers of drugs

& they just walk aimlessly, they don’t know me, they

don’t know the ballad of the legend of Rust Belt Jessie

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