Charlie-z

Unyielding and loud sweep the winds of time/ The freedoms of past ground down to fine sand/ Far gone is what was now quiet, sublime.// Tucked under my nails once sat dirt and grime/ Now dressed and ordered far gone the homeland/ Unyielding and lou

I walked into the nearly-empty diner and was hit by the strong smell of cigarette smoke. I couldn't see where It came from But it seemed to snake around the dinner constricting the chairs and tables.