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Red Door

Red

Door

opens to a

back-alley juke joint

we dance and drink outlaw whiskey

fallen angels being born again to sweet mama sin.

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Categories: Poetry
  1. June 9, 2010 at 5:41 am

    Great vibe. Love it. What was your inspiration for this? There’s something so magical in the words “back-alley juke joint,” isn’t there?

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