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There's a Song by Tom Waits

Contributed by proudestmonkey on Sunday, 11th October 2009 @ 01:56:08 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

Called “Grapefruit Moon.”
As I sit here
In the back of this empty bus
I can see the snow falling outside
And I can feel the gears churning inside
And I can hear his words entering my ears
Like a tender bruise.

Bouncing,
Nodding to every pot hole.
Swaying to the rhythm
Of the street.

That croupy voice-
Like a thousand crows caught in his throat-
Strains and snags
As his fingers pluck nightingales from a piano
And I can see the smeared snowflakes
On the dirty bus window coalesce
Into the shape of
A grapefruit.

I can grab it
I can slice it in half
I can plunge my fangs
Into it’s pink flesh, so alive
I can feel it pulsate against my tongue,
And I feel like a vampire
As the blood drips
and
drops
Onto the leather
Of the tattered bus seat
Circa 1988.

The song ends.
The crotchety bus driver shouts
“LAST STOP”
Or something like that.
I can’t go any further
So I fumble for my backpack,
The wet rubber floor is slippery,
I can’t walk
So I grab the handrail
And leave.
As I exit the bus,
Exhaust fills my lungs
I can’t breath
So I cough.
I look around,
I can’t figure out where to go
So I hit repeat on my iPod
And walk alone into the night,
Beneath a moon that is no grapefruit,
But the bottom of a shot glass.

Copyright Â© proudestmonkey ... [ 2009-10-11 13:56:08]
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