A few hours left on
This south bound train
Bits of the city
Like stained glass still
Reflecting in my brain
I love those dirty streets
Ducking into half-lit
Drunken retreats
4 am coffee shops
Where poets talk and whine
Waiting for love or hates
Neon sign
A few hours left
On this south bound train
Thoughts of you
Pool in my brain
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