Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends writing

when night begins to blur

if the silence of your life
gave way to the hotel lobby
of an indie film

this is the raining frame
when night begins to blur into
a paul simon tune

streaks of taxi cab light
clear flashes of his face above yours
dark skin
red shoes running
on a wet platform

barely making a train
back to the real world

suitcase with stories to tell

hair soaking
trench coat concealing
a body sore
still shaking beside his

your hand
a smile

but helpless
to conceal
mascara tears

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