but life goes on as usual

nights with the prince of cool, dim street lights
outside the window, a glass of water enough
to accidentally blur a crooked handwritten note
on the back of your old life bill. sometimes
you turn the turntable down a little to hear her
laugh in the street. but usually you just follow
the path of the trumpet. my funny valentine
sang for the last time.

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