AM PM Revisited

I wrote this on a bus ride through the city An early morning excursion with no sleep A chance encounter flooded by unknown Original reference AM/PM 26 years ago The gritty rhyme blindly spoke for itself Like the back of a smoke-filled jazz club Notes transporting me to another place Destination decided with no destiny For certain this was uncharted waters A whispered verse beneath streetlights Each syllable swaying with the potholes Did I write this or did the city pen it? Its pulse echoing in the hollow of my ribs Doors hiss open stepping off into fog A silhouette waiting for me at the curb Eyes I’ve never met but already know Together we disappeared into the abyss