No future plans
in these plains
for a moving train
is all that is needed
No long numbers
in this empty mind and disc-space
for a drink and a chat
can always be arranged
No bed to "go at it" in
in a troubled and fashioned city
until The Lion appears
and roars at me
Saying "I've got a place for you."
"But you will need to vanish again into the morrow."
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