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Late hours sag through my bones;

Fast tones

From bellowed reeds and runaway snares

Have no more power

To catch me unawares

With brazen rhythm at this hour.


Down home blues wind slyly by

So high

They play they'll never come down...

Yet doors slam tight:

Now I'm outside, downtown,

Shading eyes against sober, leaning lamplight.



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