Leg's of Tired Steel-The End of Polish Cabbage

Turkish Dreams, oh To be a street car in Paris
On a cool winter night, sipping coffee in some familiar cafe,
on the table is your notepad and pen, a pack of ciggarettes with a zippo
and a small white cup and saucer with colombian pep steaming out
there is a bell on the door, most of the folks who come in you know
it feels just like home!
Don't you just wish there would be a velvet couch in one corner of this cafe
purple.yes the couch will be purple and wrap around with ivy in black stoneware pots
on either side.
"would you like a smoke"
" Ah sit here with me, we can order beers and smoke and talk of old times"
"It has been a long time my friends"
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