Monday, February 1, 2010

Pulp Poem of the Week

"I'll have you know
we serve the best coffee
in the street," she said.
"If you don't like it
you can go elsewhere."

"Thanks, honey," Leon said,
and smiled his slow, lazy smile.
Maybe I'll just
rinse my hands in it."

James Hadley Chase
I'll Bury My Dead

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