Good and Broken

Written October 2002

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this key was made for this lock to open..
this door, so why won’t it work?
these hearts were meant to be good and broken,
but you’re there and I am still stuck..
+++ the spare apartment key won’t turn, so I had a day to kill,
+++ I spent it sleeping in my car, woke up in time to double park
+++ so they could sweep the Tuesday side, though I did not hear them pass,
+++ I’d have to say if they were there, they left behind a lot of trash..

this key was made for this lock to open..
this door, so why won’t it work?
these hearts were meant to be good and broken,
but you’re there and I am still stuck..
+++ I thought I’d walk 100 blocks, so I headed down St. Nicholas,
+++ someone left a rosary there on a window ledge,
+++ maybe I should stop and pray? hail Mary, full of grace,
+++ does Hail Mary have to mean it’s the end of a losing game?..
+++++ I could be a better friend, maybe all I need is practice,
+++++ the question I’m afraid to ask is, do you need a better friend?..
+++ the spare apartment key won’t turn, am I weak or slow to learn?
+++ I should’ve tried it in the door before it was a metaphor,
+++++ I could be a better friend, maybe all I need is practice,
+++++ the question I’m afraid to ask is, do you need a better friend?..

this key was made for this lock to open..
this door, so why won’t it work?
these hearts were meant to be good and broken,
but you’re there and I am still stuck…

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