My Muse Serenades
My Muse serenades
in the morning, late at night;
I can hear his voice
every hour of the day;
A notch below the surface;
Sweet Summer anthem
with all my windows rolled down;
Smelling boardwalk fries
without a care in the world;
Seaside melody turned up;
Driving until dawn
as the dark mingles with light,
familiar measure;
Now all I will have is you,
and that’s all I need; Cruising.
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