Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "CHINATOWN: Summer colds, they're the Worst!"
On the level, on da Straight, no Curve ball, no Strike OUT, no twist & shout, just Me and Anton, listening: Bossa-bossa, waiting for our Girls to show?
MY Civil rights, on da level, No-where, like Anton, from Belgique; we survived the HEAT WAVE and then DIED in the "breeze"... wishing for a Lover's Summer cold? And maybe our Summer Loves, not late, just dead?
On the NEAR horizon down South from, vertical views, for YOUR eyes only, some Inter-ception WITHOUT the Blues, cusses, kicks, my hues, frickin' SHOES: JESUS! Any sworn statement U demand I'll sign!!! ...Orientation? Move on UP!!!
Traffic comes. Traffic goes. Shunted. Enjoined, then SPEWED into who knows where?
In L.A. In Chinatown: Summer colds? Yup! They're the worst. And like the fella said: "On the level, straight as a Dye; lend me $20! I'll give U some advice: Only your fingerprints, innocent, point naked to the sky?"
c2017,davedelacroix,sciacca,sicily.
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