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Not as good as the other one, which isn't as good as it should be
The bhoddisatva of noise
Walked thru the same
Doors as the rest of us
He was bringing a plate of food
Pasta and baked potato
To the guy behind the merch table
Slid it off to the side
While a girl in red silk
Counted from a stack
Of twenties and ones
Smiled shyly at them both
As she held a t-shirt to her chest
He signed ticket stubs
And shook hands
Smiled and appreciated the same
Compliments that he'll get
Every night of this tour
After that he walked away and waved
To the line of kids
Back at the door
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"In the room the women come and go
With Vodka-mixed orange Jello"
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