Music, No Dance
Stop On A Lonely Road
Bob Komives
Music, no dance.
Yawn, no weary.
Middle of town.
Middle of nowhere.
Last boom is gone.
Next boom is waiting.
Old bodies have gone.
New ghosts keep coming.
Too few to be danced.
Too dead to be weary.
Bob Komives :: Fort Collins © 1997 :: Music, No Dance :: ,9709
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