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what can be said at eleven-o five
on a friday night after band practice
playing sublime on the cab ride home,
after a crazy day at work
feeling alive and exhausted
and nostalgic
and optimistic.
it’s been a long time
since  rock and rolled.
it’s been a long time
since i did the stroll.

nodding off in a cab
like that night on fifth avenue
with those girls and the blur
and the rain on the windshield.  

well, i ain't always right,
but i’ve never been wrong
seldom turns out
the way it does in a song.

cold pizza and lazy poems.
let’s end this day and start
a new week tomorrow.
call it sad and pathetic,
i’ll call it a piece
of perfect heaven.