Rode home alone that misty autumn night
5 hours straight, diffused moonlight
gil scott had just passed
his musical light still shining bright
he played on repeat as the hours passed
overalls and stale gum where I stopped and got gas
on the road it was desolate, there was no-one to pass
and from that cold lonely feeling i fled fast
I had cobblestone streets locked in my sights
and I'd be home by the end of the night
home to you, home to the light
1 comment:
Love this rhyme.
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