riding home tonight the air
still thick from the storm
smelled like wet cigarettes
music poured out of open doorways
couples stumbling home
leaned unsteadily into each other
the breeze whizzing by cool on my
skin still grimy with
coffee &
sweat &
the damp hovering stickiness
riding home tonight the sky
grumbled thunder and the air
smelled like wet cigarettes
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