Dreams Of An Insomniac
Glimpses Into My Sun-Lit Mind
Tuesday
Jake's Bar March 14
He
cranks up the Jazz
cigarette smoke
swirls from his
hands.
The moment
is now.
He wants it.
Everybody left
besides you
besides him
on a Christmas
lit porch
in the
middle
of July.
With
no one but
God and
the Moon
to witness
your
presence.
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