We used to meet at thisenclosed bus stop.Glassed in, like ablurry-eyed goldfish.Diesel morning sadness.We were drunks, dead, andstill dreaming.There was Chuck, Dog,LeftyLuckyand Beth.We shared our minusculeamounts of liquor, and sangold Motown favorites."Mama said there'd be dayslike this."These were the...

A long time ago there was a song it was called when a man loves  a woman but I think they got it wrong Better yet let's try this flip when a woman wants a man and wants another chick    I wanted them once...