My Suitcase Is My Best Friend
07/2009 Joshua Abelow
I go here and I go there.
I wander from place to place.
My suitcase is my best friend.
Not even my dog is by my side.
It's the middle of the night.
I'm not cold or even lonely.
I'm made of dust that doesn't settle.
Yesterday it was Berlin.
Tonight it's LA.
Tomorrow it's New York.
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