After midnight, the air is silent,
The crickets chirp, the birds are quiet.
Hear the low hum of passing cars,
The beat and thrum of guitars in bars.
Occasionally a cry will break the night,
Or giggles will follow the sound of a light.
The sound of bottles being thrown away,
The bar downstairs is done for the day.
Come three in the morning, or even one,
The club's will close, they're all done;
The patrons will flood the street to phone,
A rideshare to drive them all the way home.
this post was submitted on 15 Feb 2024
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Ooooo someone is dying under stale tram lights, methinks lol stay safe
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