it's 3 am

i can feel the wind
blowing while driving
through the tunnel
it's 3 am and the city
is half sleeping
electric lights
are blinding me in the night
i shuffle the radio
finally a voice is screeching
in the cold night
i pull up my car
down the hotel
put my cap on and go to bed
it was a 7 hours shift
my sheet are cold
holding a book bloated with ink
i slowly fall asleep
until the morning rises

Poetry by poetic pilgrim The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-10-31 at 03:21

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this. It has an appealing starkness.