Memories of Greenwich Village

Memories of Greenwich Village IV
 
we said goodbye and you left.
I sat at the desk chair you bought me
And drank half a bottle of whiskey.
I dried my eyes and got dressed.
I walked past the doorman who said hello.
He probably said hello to you when you left.
In the street, dirty cabs drove by
and delivery trucks somehow continued to deliver.

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