Week 16 – Of All The Gin Joints

Of All The Gin Joints

Of all the gin joints,
You walked into mine.

Summer comes and goes,
And the complications of saying goodbye,
Arrive hard and fast at my doorstep.

I’ve learned to hope from you.

Of all the gin joints,
I hope you’ll walk again into mine.

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