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Opus of Prince Arthur and St. Laurent, No. 03
Movement 5, ("January 17")

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Another cop car on the corner
And despite subzero temperatures, no one's hidden
Alcohol infusion keeps warm and security on this corner
I've missed you so much since the last and I now know the name of the girl behind the counter
Her story intriguing and gives me the "VIP discount"
Coupes and taxis continue their ramps in the frozen snow covered streets
This week's temperature was -40
Like my insides
You were supposed to be here this week
You were supposed to use this space to write this chapter with me
But left me with a pen and blank pages

Four months ago, there were firedancers and psychics
Beats pound the coffeeshop
363 St-Laurent
www.stm.info
Girls wearing tight jeans and fur-lined jackets
Attache ta tuque my dear
Not the one who wondered why her mini skirt was cold
131 is the middle of this night and
When temperatures raise, fear of this life subsides
Walk out in the cold, lose none of this
Wrapped in blankets or scarves

I've kind of infused myself into this shop
And Chantelle and I discuss music across the counter
My interview with the second biggest British band tomorrow
Talk about Coldplay and "Green Eyes,"
My second Coldplay discussion of the day
A bum with a beard walks in
Mucus running from his nose down his lips and across dirt encrusted and frozen facial hair
He disappeared into the washroom, but hasn't come back yett
Winter hasn't lost its beauty
Ants still scurry around, the 363 comes for another pass
Those in flimsy jackets and Michelin Man parkas
Leave me pondering the outcome of the Best Ass Contest
A Cadillac limo and a Bocawear bum who scrounged enough to buy himself a coffee
She gets his p'tit cafe while he looks like he's never seen a girl
I would have to agree with his assessment of her
For now, she's my "depot girl"
Scurry scurry
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The few flakes that flutter down dont stop high class or low class from spending their money
True, this is not August, but neither are my feelings
A month ago, I was so close to you
So far away
Others of mine went to Queue Leu Leu
Where I danced with another, two months ago
Toy with my thoughts
Obsessive little scribbles on unlined pages
At a coffeeshop in -20.

Studio XXX
Danse Contact
10am-5am
8 Ste-Catherine est
Replaces the Best Ass Contest, though I don't know if the two are linked
Bear down with a slicked ponytail swaggers in
He's most likely not as drunk as cocky
Another indigen comes with his recorder
What I fail to see is how one can wear short-sleeves
What I fail to see is the crosswalk in the middle of this intersection

I commented to you on U2's "One" this week
And how it haunts me through life
As of late, Bono serenades me
"You act like you've never had love
And want me to live without"
It plays now and reminds me
I'm always reminded of you here
And yet, your're not here
Never here, never no more
Lines in, lines out and a drunk girl falls in the snow puddle
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And after a visit from friends, I revel in solitude

George gets up to leave
Attache ta tuque bleue, George!
Queue has resurfaced as the ants shuffle around before they go afterhours
No cause for the future, no cause for concern
To live in the present, I could use these ants to teach a lesson
Not to rely on my feelings for you
Or her
Or anyone else who follows the rest of these ants

High style Jews, JAPS,
Party after Shabbos
Baby Blue Timberland boots
Button-down striped shirt eats a muffin but drools over the black girl's large ass
Maybe she won the contest
But it's not just her and he does more than just stare
You were supposed to be here for me to stare at
For me to kiss
And though she's gone through her own heartaches,
Chantelle can't help but think, "Bitch"

And the weird man whom I've seen here before
Stares at me like he's stared creepily at me before
Long queue again
And she gives me another green tea on my way out
I tip her like always
Magic reminder of thoughtfulness
Think of you like this corner-
   this coffeeshop, these banks, the restaurants and
   the ants-
Make my pen bleed for you