7AM Rhythm

Off-the-cuff poetry, happening right now…

7AM Rhythm

Elliot Smith fades
into Sufjan Stevens humming
from the speakers.
The rain is behind it all: the lull
of tires on wet pavement,
glow of lights in the dark.
Front door jingles, shuffle
of tired feet, slip of crumpled bills
from crumpled hands.
Silent smiles.
They shuffle out
into the rain, falling
soft syncopation. 7AM rhythm.


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