there used to be
a man on the boardwalk
in ocean city, years
ago, before the high
rises went up, and it
was still a small town,
who stood on his
head and sang elvis
songs, and blew on
his harmonica. you
ain't nothing but
a hound dog, seem
to be his favorite,
his black soft hat was
there beside him,
collecting coins and
dollar bills. he was
also blind and wore
black sunglasses
like roy orbison. one
day we were staying
in a room at the same
hotel he was, and we
saw him walking down
the hall with his cane
tapping gently along
the rug, the walls,
until he got to his
door, which he opened,
went in, and turned
the light on.
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This is great. I was thoroughly enjoying it -- the typical quirky Chute style -- and then the closing made it even better. In the stack please.
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