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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418243" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The County Jail</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Men late at night cook coffee in rusty cans,<br>just like in the hills, like in their childhoods,<br>without rules or guidance or authority, their fathers<br>dead or wild as gypsies,<br>their mothers going down for five dollars.<br>These are the men who surface at night,<br>The sons of faceless parents,<br>the sons of brutal days dripping blood,<br>the men whose faces emerge from shadows,<br>from bars,<br>and they join in circles and squat on haunches,<br>share smokes, and talk of who knows who,<br>what towns they passed through;<br>while flames jump under the coffee can,<br>you see new faces and old ones,<br>the young eyes scared and the old eyes<br>tarnished like peeling boat hulls,<br>like wild creatures they meet,<br>with a sixth sense inside of them, to tell them<br>who’s real and who’s the game;<br>and their thoughts are hard as wisdom teeth,<br>biting into each new eye,<br>that shows itself around the fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The coffee is poured steaming hot into cups,<br>and the men slowly sip.<br>Shower stalls drip bleakly in the dark,<br>and the smell of dumb metal is inflamed<br>with the acrid silence, and once in a while,<br>a cab horn will sound from outside the windows,<br>and the man with only a cheek illuminated by the fire,<br>the rest of his face drenched in shadows,<br>will get up and leave the circle,<br>return to his bunk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jimmy+Santiago+Baca">Jimmy Santiago Baca</a><div class=q>
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just like in the hills, like in their childhoods,
without rules or guidance or authority, their fathers
dead or wild as gypsies,
their mothers going down for five dollars.
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