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I looked down the backstairs of the comedy club,

Among the spectators at the big fight,
Outside the entrances of each commuter hub
And at the revellers on carnival night.

I studied the faces boarding a yacht,
Exiting the restroom of a service station,
In cars as I sat in a parking lot
And in cotton fields of a mighty plantation.

I searched in back alleys in Queens,
Along vast stretches of California shores,
Shrimping piers in New Orleans
And the low glow of nighttime convenience stores...

But he's gone.