Lying still
awake last night
Day dreaming
in advance
Making
mental music notes
To a half imagined dance
Those fitful
rubber rhythms
Of gliding
traffic passing by
Soft beat of random raindrops
Leftover teardrops from the sky
Hearing
songs of early sunrise
Whispered
promises that fade
To the hollow hearted traveller
Who’s seeking one last hit parade
Who’s seeking one last hit parade
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