sitting alone
in a crowd
strumming a guitar
to The Edge's riffs
a soliloquy soft
amidst a mob shouting for blood
a beau crying for lost love
in silent tears
washed by pouring rain
strumming strumming
singing
and muted howling
about waiting and waiting
beer drowned sorrow
like a shadow in the dark
unnoticed
in a large noisy crowd
--andoy 6 November 2004
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