The floors as scuffed as our checkered pasts the linoleum worn from soles of shuffling souls Curled cracked lips close across a coffee cup a housepain
The floors as scuffed as our checkered pasts the linoleum worn from soles of shuffling souls Curled cracked lips close across a coffee cup a housepainter, overalls stained with evidence of getting by a waitress with dreams of theater an author toiling away the eggs come by the yolk splits real life spills out in the conversation as regulars shuffle by silent
Greg McVerry