A Room At The Top.
It was a room
at the top of the building
music being played
from some hifi system
and Judy said
you dance quite well
thanks
you said
haven't seen you
here before
she looked at you
with her dark eyes
I come for the drug aid
they help me here
to get of the junk
oh right
you replied
looking for signs
of needle marks
or signs in the eyes
you take junk?
No I'm a booze clown
you said
she nodded
and danced to the music
for a moment or so
my parents are doctors
in the City and have put me
in the hospital but I get out
for a few hours
and they let me
come here for the help
you looked at her dressed
in her tight slacks
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poem by Terry Collett
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