By Gene Novogrodsky
A button push
And the umbrella opens.
A maid on her bus-to-work walk
Has pushed the button,
And now her tilted umbrella
Takes the yellow sun

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By Gene Novogrodsky
Smoke in her hair,
Hair just dyed – blue-black,
She drinks beer upon beer, and
I pay.
Watered beer?
Karaoke blares.
Pool cues smack balls.
I can’t hear her.
She can’t hear me.

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