books collecting dust <br />as old winos sleep <br />and students try <br />to fill their heads <br />with knowledge <br />and inspiration comes <br />out from the dead <br />while want to be poets <br />read rejections <br />typed on form letters <br />inside a public place <br />proclaimed to be <br />the largest library <br />in the city of Chicago <br />and I sit at <br />the smallest table <br />and read the want-ads <br />that might lead me <br />to my next job <br />because currently <br />I’m fucked and <br />absorbing idle time <br />like everybody else...<br /><br />Charles Lara<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-great-room/
