Another ending of a time of joy in the evening.
Closing J.D.'s lounge, saying good night to the
band as they play their last song.
A beautiful awareness left to us as we are
awakened time and again by the singular rhythms
of songs from the past.
Rocking faster and calmer into the decent hour
of eleven.
Coercing minds to be awake and aware of the time
as we listen, forever young to our musical passions
brought forward for us here in the present.
Taking all the benefits of individual rhythms into
places of our hearts, only to begin again in a time
of renewal as each new song is sung.
(11: 02 p.m. - 11/16/13)
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