About: An Afternoon Out Alone

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Today I spent an afternoon out Drove my Saturn to the Cafe' Through the beginning of a Thunderstorm And waited in line for a restroom. I ordered a Mocha And sat down Delighted to encounter an old friend A Bag Maker who'd survived a heart attack. He had been playing chess With an African and maybe an Arabian At the place I call the Spot As many others do... We talked in the ferocious rain On the patio Where he told me about his implant And we discussed the merits of American Health.

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rdfs:label	An Afternoon Out Alone
rdfs:comment	Today I spent an afternoon out Drove my Saturn to the Cafe' Through the beginning of a Thunderstorm And waited in line for a restroom. I ordered a Mocha And sat down Delighted to encounter an old friend A Bag Maker who'd survived a heart attack. He had been playing chess With an African and maybe an Arabian At the place I call the Spot As many others do... We talked in the ferocious rain On the patio Where he told me about his implant And we discussed the merits of American Health.
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abstract	Today I spent an afternoon out Drove my Saturn to the Cafe' Through the beginning of a Thunderstorm And waited in line for a restroom. I ordered a Mocha And sat down Delighted to encounter an old friend A Bag Maker who'd survived a heart attack. He had been playing chess With an African and maybe an Arabian At the place I call the Spot As many others do... We talked in the ferocious rain On the patio Where he told me about his implant And we discussed the merits of American Health. I knew he needed transportation So I gave him a quick ride back to Allen And then circled around back to Elmwood Avenue And drove all the way up the well lit strip to the theater. I watched the Coyote Ugly After being harassed by the nameless ticket seller Who wasn't fond of the film Which turned out to be a great deal better than I had expected. I drove up Delaware on the way home And cut over Sheridan to the Boulevard To stop at my favorite bookstore To buy a copy of this morning's Wall Street Journal. Then with the fifty cents in my pocket I decided to take the express way home and make it an early night So that I could write this poem. While my father and brother watched Toy Story on Video Cassette. And my sister kept me from the Internet for a minute long enough.

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