Age: 19 years
Neon nights.
Bright lights.
Sweet soul music
and
the new moon is rising...
invisible to the eye
but, it creeps high into the sky
behind the veil of black.
And the neon lights of yesterday
come back to mind
with dim lights and the sweet soul music.
The lights are lit on main street
signalling me to a greater neon night.
Yes,
better than the day-old one that lies stale in my mind.
Background: Thoughtful ramblings in a Hyannis pub at midnight.
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