A Very Late Hour

It’s a very late hour
I listened before reading
Wrote before that
With guitar, voice
Now with words, voice

Just heard someone sneeze
In another apartment
So I’m not the only one

I’ve been staying up like this
3am, 4am, 5am
Why not?
Working now, working later
Makes no difference
There are no weekends

I saw and heard a dance with music performance tonight
that inspired the living hell out of me
and started writing a new record
A new kind, for me anyway
It’s turning out to be a good night
(Knock on wood)

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