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The Late Runner Blues


we know, we know.
we think it sucks too.
no need for horns.

originally installed in cars as a safety feature,
they have become an announcement of annoyance.

the skin so thin.
the time so short.
the late runner blues.

when lights don't care,
and blinkers don't matter.

parking spot scenarios.
and gunning it.
rev that engine up.
maybe it will quicken the steps.
a honk can punctuate the frustration.
too bad the oasis radio station went silent.

good for the chill out,
that smooth jazz.

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