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Filled with banality and booze.
:57:05
Filled with rain and thunder
and periods of drought.
:57:09
A poem is a city at war.
:57:12
It's a barbershop
filled with cynical drunks.
:57:16
A poem is a city.
:57:18
A poem is a nation.
A poem is the world.
:57:26
I decided to look for Jan.
:57:28
I toured the bars in our old
neighborhood looking for her.
:57:32
The bartender at the Pink Mule -
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- told me that she was working as
a chambermaid in a downtown hotel.
:57:59
Hank!
:58:05
Jan.
:58:07
I thought I'd never see you again!
:58:11
Well, here I am.
:58:16
Let me look at you.
:58:20
You're thin. You've lost weight.
:58:25
You're looking good.
:58:27
- Are you alone?
- Yes.
:58:30
- There's no one else?
- Nobody.
:58:33
You know I can't stand people.
:58:37
Well, good to see you working.
:58:44
Come on.