A black man used a phone in the
lobby
the police were called
and the room became cold
a daffodil grew in the vase
the night stared blankly
at me
the curtains were drawn
an old man moaned
he was sickly
nothing moved
except the wind
that cried at the window
the black man cried
he was brought a block of
cheese
and a box of rum
he sat there chewing and chewing
his mouth full of grease
the night wore on
night became still like death.
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