Ode to 4am

It’s nights like this
That remind me of the night time bliss

The serenity of nothing

The beauty of nobody

The silence is completely coherent 

And the emptiness becomes endearment

The piercing wails coming from the red, white and blue behind me

Because I’m the only idiot on the road at this time of night and he

Had nothing better to do than pull someone over for failing to signal

Who was I supposed to signal? The empty fucking road?


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