Radio in the City
Driving rain in the cityclouds are set on heavy
and the only station
I can hear is a
eazy listening
full of broken vowels
and heartache
Your sleeeping with
your eyes open
swallowing words
I cannot hear
just the hum
of engines
when lights
turn red.
Sleazy bars where
lights shine
on puddles and
hearts are put on line
but I don't stop
I'm purring
'cross the cross section
erasing every trail
Its raining in the city
and I'm burning
up inside
the radio is locked
on a station
where heartache
is cheap
and you sleep
with your eyes
wide open.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2008-09-11 at 10:23
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