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TO RITA BALMINA

 

 
it happened in brooklyn on my way to

new york from a friend’s house late at night

a tired man in his late 50’s in a dusty robe said to me

why the hell did they change the subway lines services again

they didn’t change a thing I said

looks like they are learning an alphabet

by slapping different letters on those trains

assholes he said

I liked his point of view

but it didn’t change a thing

so like my tormented joke

nothing can be changed in a city

that never sleeps and where

people don’t change

just grow old and leave for

florida to die



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