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There’s a nail on the wall -tilted and pocked above some half-chalked sketch of a man paying no mind to the chrysanthemums. He, who makes no fuss about the lights being on or off, stills in the room that studies his window, and welcomes us with the same worn-out expression we oblige. Out of formality…

Giuseppe at the Getty

There’s a pigeon by the pillars Pecking back at what I throw And yet, he knows not of my debt While bobbing to my dough   I’m Giuseppe at the Getty And I haven’t got a dime Just one beat case And weathered face To show for tickin’ time   There’s a woman in the…