Jazz on the radio too sweet to talk over.
We’ve been driving like this for hours,
Here in the dark. Before you know it
We’re at Grant’s Tomb.
Some things you keep to yourself.
The cherry vanilla coke.
The girl on Dead Man’s Hill.
The railroad tunnel of your youth.
The sound a wall can make
As it separates you from your own.
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