Once again, its like Im the last person out on the street. I never lose this feeling of ease and comfort I have when Im coming home and its two,three in the morning and the streets are empty, the side walk is empty, a lone cab maybe, the swoosh of the the few cars on the freeway nearby, but its dark and quiet. Everyones in bed,have been for awhile. Detroit, San Francisco, Oakland, New Orleans. Im the last one home, or so it seems. Im at peace with the world in the early hours. Cueing up from 1965 Dave & The Diamonds I Walk The Lonely Night.
Posted on: Fri, 25 Oct 2013 09:35:01 +0000
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