The street is dark
Yet still visible
Here on the overpass
And yellow lights
Unevenly dot
The concrete and steel
Statues made of rooms
That stand blocks and blocks
Away
All I hear are the sounds
Of my engine humming
Like angered bees
Or silenced jackhammers
These are simple nights
In the "great" city
Nights of silence
Nights of calm
Nights of happiness
Despite being alone
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC
The street is dark
Yet still visible
Here on the overpass
And yellow lights
Unevenly dot
The concrete and steel
Statues made of rooms
That stand blocks and blocks
Away
All I hear are the sounds
Of my engine humming
Like angered bees
Or silenced jackhammers
These are simple nights
In the "great" city
Nights of silence
Nights of calm
Nights of happiness
Despite being alone
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