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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
Copyright ©
Christopher Delegans
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