The Meter Is Running... Poem by L. K. Thayer
The Meter Is Running...
as the hip
get hipper
and the lines
grow deeper
time creeps
closer
breathing
down my neck
I haven't seen
Jack
since he fetched
a pale of water
and I keep
getting thirsty
for someone
to get me
and the clock
keeps tick talking
and will somebody
please
call me a taxi
because
I swear
New York
isn't
even really
New York
anymore...
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