These Little Town Blues
The city is a living hell these days. Betweem the rats under the subway and the freezing streets, I need to move out asap. But then I realize it’s February and mid-winter and back home I would be digging out four foot snowdrifts and fighting with my mom. My kid sister still lives there so that sisterly ‘rivalry’ would start up again. And my dad would want me home by ten every night. Worst of all Tony would come a callin’ and that would lead to a weepin’ and a wailin’ and a total recall of the three years we dated. So you can see why I cashed in that Amtrak ticket and sidled down to my recently adopted Racoon Lodge replacement and gave myself a couple of tequila shots. After all even the greatest city in the world needs some TLC now and again.
These Little Town Blues
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