The city is a jack-o'-lantern that glows a fading orange
From the pulsing street lights that carve into car hoods.
Movement gives a heartbeat and the evening lives on
In brake lights and late night drive-thru's.
The sky puts on her evening gown
But some still roll with windows down,
Letting the retro beat light up the street
With the stereo ghosts that haunt while you sleep.
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