I was looking in my drafts folder in my email and found a draft with the above title from June of 2008. I opened it expecting it to be an email to a guy I dated briefly back then, but instead found this poem that I apparently wrote in some sort of emo "can't find what I'm looking for" state of mind.
they don't have pinball in coney island
there are machines with claws to grab at stuff
like elmos or lucky bears
there is skee ball
and around a corner two air hockey tables
$1 per game
for the air and pucks
there is a revolution
dance dance revolution
in the zone
dance off
wheel of fortune hits 500 and spews tickets from its
ticket slit
they don't have pinball in coney island
just lots of big ass video games
and cotton candy
and sand
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"no pinball in coney island." that sentence feels strangely familiar. i wonder why... what or when. hmm.
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