From this generator I see it all:
car windows no one knows who broke.
When I left the comfort of the patio
you emerged out of the smoke.
You'd taken all the ribbons from your coat.
Triple-digit summers in the practice room,
from the this generator I reminisce.
When a windy day took the PA to the concrete
you pinned another ribbon to your chest
and took a drag from your jazz cigarette.
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