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Mountain cedar and midnight chill
mix and spill through -
night time comes to tell
ghostly freight train lies -
I almost became a vegetarian
during my teenage tenure at -
The sun is not as bright at 5 AM
as it was a few days ago, indicating -
The final notes of a John Coltrane solo hop and swirl around the room
before spilling into the darkened streets, restless and adolescent, -
You are not Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata
with that mysterious silver mist -
Bach fired his music canon
perhaps to extol the Creator, -
my shadow
hunkers down -
Bach’s Brandenburg Concerto No. 6
is an appropriate autumnal accompaniment -
He stood alone beside
the flashing neon sign -
Darkness fell on throw back road
block and tackle could not lift -
The best windows in town
reflected his ghostly face -
Last night we ate the last -
Oil hangs heavy in the air,
permeates the soil around -
Nothing separates at 3:21 AM,
everything runs together, -
You may not realize
that my house now lies; -
No words were ever spoken
none then nor since
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