A squeal of tyres
Loud and angry honking
Curses
Mixing with the latest music
From a record bar
Scraping chairs
Clattering of plates and dishes
Piled high on the waiter's arms
The drum beat of the Kottu
The weary souls burdened
By mounting hardship
Spoke spearingly
In silence.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
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