two am
is all it takes
to make
a whole new city
as the traffic slows
the bars close
everyone knows
silly boys and silly girls
once dressed to impress
in big people clothes
litter the streets,
the highways and the trains
two am
is a subtle witching hour
and if it's raining
sometimes
you can see
the magic in the air
two am
in the city
the teams have huddled
the waters have muddied
dull wits deluded
mildly fast fooded
some joy
some tears
some fall
some jeers
two am
in the city
it's all hook ups
and pick ups
and break ups
and punch ups
two am
and now in this city
it's not really tomorrow
and it's not quite today
one version closes
another one opens
like withered petals
it takes the sun
to remember
and then the moon
to promise
another two am
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This poem captures the raw energy and chaos of a city at 2am, where anything can happen and the lines between yesterday and tomorrow are blurred.💟💟💟💟💕💕