Music at 1 AM On the table sat coffee Aged and viod of heat Abandoned by he Who slept recovering from a rended heart His eyeglasses coupled with the mug Once aiding the sight of bloodshot Floodind eyes The hue of the overcastsky
He awakened from his slumber Tasted the liquid in the mug Planted his feet on the never shampooed carpet Avoids a spider dangling in the doorway He sits on the sofa Scented of cigarettes passed Ready to hear from old friends Missed for many moons
Not on vinyl But a compact disc Played from a radio Coated in dust His companions spoke to him And mended his heart He hummed along with their tunes Thankful for his only friends Music at 1 AM
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