So we danced way past
midnight
with the spirits and the blood
and the angels and the naughty nurses
and the overgrown schoolgirls
Music raging we fevered
through the moves
and waited into the morning for
the F train to come
and all the revelers in full
regalia pouring through the
turnstiles
Everybody talking and laughing
all the strangers grooving to each other
and we were singing
and we laughed all the way to Brooklyn
The whole train-car
Saturday, November 1, 2014
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