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Lamp
It’s just a song
It’s just a few words
A few beats and a rhyme
But it will bring you back
To a time
From long ago
Sometimes you listen
And tears find your eyes
As you imagine that drive
Down Washington
And left on Divide
09 Impala
Burnt holes in the seats
Windows too tinted
Speakers blown from beats
Back when Friday night
Meant late night drives
Trips to grocery stores
Waffles at the night life
I walk up that sidewalk
Slipping from the ice
So I step to the side
And set off the porch light
Now I’m home
And I sit for a while
On those woven chairs
Painted a couple times
I shiver in my hoodie
Breath rising to the sky
Take a look down to 2nd
Before going in for the night
Lamp still on
Pull the chain
Tip toes on finished floors
Pitch black inside
But the bulb will never die.