AR (12/21/95 / Mesa, AZ)

Arizona Nights...

Arizona nights,
Filled with bright neon lights...
Flying by with swift majestic might,
As I ride in the back of a car...

Two days filled with gray skies,
Twinkling rain drops fall around me
Instead of drenching my clothes
And, I smile to myself...

The droplets make a tune,
A tune that's not familiar...
I walk into a dry place,
The place that I know has a few familiar tunes...

I sit upon a nestled chair,
Waiting for my family to prepare...
Then... I awaken from my slumber,
To another Arizona night...

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