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My Safeway, My Part of Town;
Southenders

Through the alley and down the street
Pass the condo
The air is warm
The 2nd floor people are watching yet another action flick, loud
It is Sunday night

It is late, and you know this is the closest store to Alki
Closest to the beach

You see them, they cannot let it go
Sun speckled, wind blown, the glow still in their eyes
They cannot let it go and are still chasing the night
Standing in groups, pooling their money, what is left,
Convinced that more beer is still the answer

The couples, walking the aisle
Looking for a bottle of wine to top off the night
They know deep down that they are making yet another bad choice