The Spanish trumpet player practices
The whistling siren accompanying
The distant motorcycle chorus
While the stadium empties out
Onto the promenade and alleys
And the bars fill up with laughter
And loud music washing up
On the beaches’ moonlit splendor
Excessive and humbling
And ultimately inescapable
The last night of the season
Tomorrow love will leave
Everything shuttered up against
Winter’s storms and icy silences
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