Monday, September 22, 2014

Richard Schnap- A Poem


He passed by the hotel
That had once been a phone room
Where he slaved for three years

And the tattoo parlor
Where he once had an art show
That nobody came to

And the Italian restaurant
That used to be a nightclub
Where he met his ex-wife

And the silent cemetery
Where a place by his parents
Was waiting for him

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