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Well it's Ninth and Hennepin
All the doughnuts have names that sound like prostitutes
And the moon's teeth marks are on the sky
Like a tarp thrown all over this
And the broken umbrellas like dead birds
And the steam comes out of the grill
Like the whole goddamn town's ready to blow...
And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos
And everyone is behaving like dogs
And the horses are coming down Violin Road
And Dutch is dead on his feet
And all the rooms they smell like diesel
And you take on the dreams of the ones who have slept here
And I'm lost in the window, and I hide in the stairway
And I hang in the curtain, and I sleep in your hat...
And no one brings anything small into a bar around here
They all started out with bad directions
And the girl behind the counter has a tattooed tear
One for every year he's away, she said
Such a crumbling beauty, ah
There's nothing wrong with her that a hundred dollars won't fix
She has that razor sadness that only gets worse
With the clang and the thunder of the Southern Pacific going by
And the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet
til you're full of rag water and bitters and blue ruin
And you spill out over the side to anyone who will listen...
And I've seen it all, I've seen it all
Through the yellow windows of the evening train...
-tom waits '9th hennepin'
that's probably my favorite poem.
so thanksgiving. there actually weren't any big fights or breakdowns. wow. how unexpected, everything's good. i'm just trying to get some time to myself. yesterday after school let out at 12 i went out to tacobell with mattie, then we met lauren and bridgette at the movies to see 'sideways' which was really good...i thought it a tad pretentious, but good. anywho, then to steak and shake. i had thirty cents but the waiter bought me a milkshake on the house. score! anywho, then we went to borders and looked at CDs and poetry and i saw this guy that i picked up who i determined was too emo and ....well, wore scarves and skin tight pants and had a go-ti.....that would be a no. he's too old for me. i think he was on a date. i read some awesome poems...including one of my faves 'rituals' by nikki giovanni. anywho, it was awesome and i had much fun. i feel a bit odd though, i feel like everyone has people, like special people, a group of people that will always listen and that are really awesome and fit them perfectly. i just don't have that. i have a couple friends from every group, and i have mattie and becca and nina, and they listen and will always be there for me... i know it'll work out eventually though cause that shit always does. i'm happy and amazingly blessed...i'm happy with that for the moment.
All the doughnuts have names that sound like prostitutes
And the moon's teeth marks are on the sky
Like a tarp thrown all over this
And the broken umbrellas like dead birds
And the steam comes out of the grill
Like the whole goddamn town's ready to blow...
And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos
And everyone is behaving like dogs
And the horses are coming down Violin Road
And Dutch is dead on his feet
And all the rooms they smell like diesel
And you take on the dreams of the ones who have slept here
And I'm lost in the window, and I hide in the stairway
And I hang in the curtain, and I sleep in your hat...
And no one brings anything small into a bar around here
They all started out with bad directions
And the girl behind the counter has a tattooed tear
One for every year he's away, she said
Such a crumbling beauty, ah
There's nothing wrong with her that a hundred dollars won't fix
She has that razor sadness that only gets worse
With the clang and the thunder of the Southern Pacific going by
And the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet
til you're full of rag water and bitters and blue ruin
And you spill out over the side to anyone who will listen...
And I've seen it all, I've seen it all
Through the yellow windows of the evening train...
-tom waits '9th hennepin'
that's probably my favorite poem.
so thanksgiving. there actually weren't any big fights or breakdowns. wow. how unexpected, everything's good. i'm just trying to get some time to myself. yesterday after school let out at 12 i went out to tacobell with mattie, then we met lauren and bridgette at the movies to see 'sideways' which was really good...i thought it a tad pretentious, but good. anywho, then to steak and shake. i had thirty cents but the waiter bought me a milkshake on the house. score! anywho, then we went to borders and looked at CDs and poetry and i saw this guy that i picked up who i determined was too emo and ....well, wore scarves and skin tight pants and had a go-ti.....that would be a no. he's too old for me. i think he was on a date. i read some awesome poems...including one of my faves 'rituals' by nikki giovanni. anywho, it was awesome and i had much fun. i feel a bit odd though, i feel like everyone has people, like special people, a group of people that will always listen and that are really awesome and fit them perfectly. i just don't have that. i have a couple friends from every group, and i have mattie and becca and nina, and they listen and will always be there for me... i know it'll work out eventually though cause that shit always does. i'm happy and amazingly blessed...i'm happy with that for the moment.