I get stuck in a round
about for
an hour or two, circling.
no one
will let me in,
no one will let me make
the right hand
merge
to take the road out
of the city.
i'm too close to the center.
to the statue
draped in pigeons.
but it's a nice
morning, and I have coffee.
I have Pandora.
I have a book to read
when I run out
of gas.
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