William Mowell

Rookie - 0 Points (02/23/1985 / West Palm Beach, FL)

Tamiami - Poem by William Mowell

I'm sitting in the barroom
Looking for her face
The maid throws around a broom
While I finish another case

Trying to find relief in proofs
My pockets run dry
My mind in loops
The bottle will always lie

They call it drinking yourself lonely
I call it stupidity in proofs
Along way from holy
Puking up on the same old stoops

Another day, another dollar spent
Drinking myself stupid again
To the devil my sanity lent
I can't pay for my sins

They say lonely is just a feeling
But it's a girl that left for Miami
And when my sanity starts peeling
They'll close down the Tamiami

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 13, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 30, 2011

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