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Sanderson's...1:00 A.M. |
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The 's lights flash |
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across the street - topless joint, |
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I 'magine. |
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Union Station hangs below forty presidents on the south wall. |
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Been closed for how long? |
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Old black men talk shit from the front booth. |
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Some mustachioed, gray-haired, white dude can't help but notice |
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a young white chic |
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with some guy over there. |
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A mustachioed, gray-haired, black dude |
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wipes tables. |
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A sixtyish waitress, with glasses |
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says I really should sit in front on A sunday night, |
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"I've gotta watch the register, ya know... |
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The special today is chicken soup, |
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and don't forget our super cinnamon rolls." |
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A black chic smiles as she passes in a tight green skirt |
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and revealing tank top... |
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Revealing what? |
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She wants to fuck me, |
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I 'magine. |
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"I'll just have some coffee, please." |