b.r.o.w.n._s.h.o.e.s.
Crossing the boarder
In a placid motion
The undeniable brown shoes
Clicking on the white polish marble
May the devil be among the saint
Clandestine
Making the sinner’s music
Dragging the burning feet
Tapping with my brown shoes on
I ease my awkward feature through
Hoping the fact that with its presence I would be spare
And thus never in a compromising position
Have the brown in my shoes do the talking
Elementary
Subjectively indispensable
Last night jazz played in my head without actually being played
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