Hi just checking in. It seems it's been
awhile.
Well, It's nine o'clock on a Saturday,
the regular crowd shuffles in.
& there's an old man sitting next to me.
Dreaming of making love to someone other than him.
the streets are wet like rain just fell
my head it aches.
that old man made a mess of me.
Now it seems that night was a mistake.
I wish i could see your apartment,
instead of just the answering machine.
it seems like you are no longer real to me.
am i just stuck in a dream?
What kind of place is this poem taking place in?
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