Window seat on the train
Tracked down the afternoon
Love letter looks and slight gazes
Walking towards that wooden pier
Pollution, tourists, hungry hustlers
Junkies, fine dining, dumpster divers
A cool breeze, roller coaster lights
Orange horizon, crashing waves
As the sun sinks into the silent ocean
Fishermen on the far end lure and hook,
Seagulls soar towards the distant sunset
Golden wave’s crash, quiet ripples break
Studying the sea floor and the sound they make
Someone off in the distance croons a sad tune
Slowly I begin to say good night
And out comes the moon
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