Maximum city glides past the window
Traffic carries on
The silence inside my hotel room drowns the noise outside
Faraway blaring horns dissolve into my coffee, without complaint
Halogen on high beams dissipates into the light from the TV
The urgency of getting to someplace, forgets itself as it crosses into my room, through the window
The traffic, loses itself and becomes a moving image
Just another spectacle, from my room with a view
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