When she serves ya
fish&chips (no beer late
beer ticking bar espresso spilt beer)
ya better just go with it
and drain it halfway when it
finally makes it to your table
accented with scrambled english
nervously spoken under the
tyranny of submissive live
guitar strings--
let it go-- or you won't know
which popular song's been
changed--
Language disrupts the time
stream, it's like a transparent balloon
eating an elephant,
She's walking in some other
world of malted smiles,
I'm late into the night and
business is already up and running
tomorrow
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