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The imaginary bar
It was the mumbling late at night,
the distant hum of indiscernible voices,
echoes of old cars on wet streets
and the memory of a live breeze saxophone
that finally tooled its way into my senses
and as suddenly left me here to hang dry.
The piano plays into the bending door,
the guitar is just too lazy to get serious.
Me I just want this moment to explode
into something more than just this.
The old man at the bar, if you want,
The beard that needs to be trimmed.
poem
by
Bengt O Björklund
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