Night is a black and white movie
with an ever so subtle moonbeam
An orb-weaver to occupy my
thought
A curious bird with a midnight
song
The tapping of a rocker begging
for lyrics
Two a.m. airplanes , nostrils
engulfed in wisteria
Dew shining 'neath street lamps
A crying Epiphone through a
Vox amp
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