Alone Again, Naturally

The tapping keys are calling but in the background buildings loom - duty's calling I repose, think Two for the show and one for the road. You must go it alone, you must! You know other things too - like promises mingling with dust, like August without summer, that Requiem for what's dead is only procrastination - when life's arms of sunshine fill you with dread. Two for the show - one for the road.