To Bob Dylan and the person who wanted me to be more accurate with my titles.
Standing outside the supermarket
An old man reflected on this part of town.
“The one in the park is good,
They’ve recently put some money into it,
But the toilets by the railway station are not to be trusted.
They stink, the drug users hang out there,
Men blow each other and all the depraved shit in the world goes on there.”
The old man bit his lips as he spoke and went a little red in the face.
He folded his arms and sat down on a bench. The timber slats creaked under his weight.
I looked around the streets
It was quiet; a few cars moved about in the distance,
But here, where we were, no one moved.
Being still early in the morning,
The sidewalk was wet from…
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