In the moment, neon hums on the edge of the keys,

saxophone moonlight drips across my wrists like warm rain;

yesterday’s worries fold into a minor seventh,

tomorrow’s promises ride the kick-drum pulse.

Close your eyes, let the bass line carry the weight,

every heartbeat a hi-hat spark in velvet dark.

We are vinyl spinning silver,

grooves of now too deep to skip—

breathe the chord, taste the reverb,

tonight is a repeat button pressed by starlight.

Help me out, the night’s a silent shout

neon bones and broken radios

your ghost still rides the dashboard light

I’m steering through the static of goodbye

Help me out, this heart’s a borrowed room

echoes pay the rent with every beat

I keep dialing empty afternoons

your number sings then cuts the line to bleed

lift me from the wreck of yesterday

just one more pulse, I’ll find the open gate

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