Midnight Rider, Baptized by the City

full moon presides
over empty streets
wet pavement glistens
beckoning

the rider

alone

rides into the womb
of the city

heaven is here
somewhere

he feels it
in the moonlit hours before dawn

the vibe flows through him
on the wind

raindrops cleanse him

hard and fast he rides
baptized on the boulevard

he tries not to think
just ride
just be
just feel the moment

for

in this quiet town
somewhere
lies a lady
waiting?

the rider shall stop
someday

and stay

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