Roll Over Beethoven

The

Alarm

Sounds

At

5,

Like

A

Mortar

Shell

Echoing

Through

A

Narrowly

Confined

Hallway.

I

Just

Want

To

Stay

Here

With

You,

But

The

Incoming

Sun

And

Weekday

Career

Obligations

Simply

Won’t

Allow

It.

See

You

For

Dinner.


Looking for a new read? Take the car out for a moonlit drive πŸŒ™ , roll the windows down πŸš— , crank up the jukebox oldies 🎡 , and check out my debut poetry collection Strange Cars in the Night on Amazon today.

Also, be sure to find me on Instagram @ blankpagesofmine and say hello!

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