We drove past my old grudge
the vacated House of Pancakes
I was supposed to give up all my tips
my trainer waitress saw my hand
pocket jingling with quarters
master's degree made worthless
fired by the ex-con managers
you can't keep it you can't
con a con they laughed
gave me another head-to-toe
I believed them to be sisters
then on to Sherm's Thunderbird
where Roseburg shops organic and regular
entrance crowded gigantic dream catchers
American eagles red white and blue
right before the produce section.
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