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Night Life | A Poem by Judy Moskowitz

It all happens
On the other side
Of midnight
There’s a different moon
That shines
In a different way
Depending on what side
You’re on
Music is smoking hot
Sweating in full swing
Poems are born
Through a slow dance
Lie’s are left
Twelve hours behind
On the other side
Through a trap door
Dopers are craving to score
With legs intertwined
An Argentine tango
Has arrived
Giving way to a heat wave
Girls in their sky scrapper
Heels are working overtime
Pimps have branded
Their cattle
The moon has gone to bed
And so have I

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