Last Day in America

Still need to pack
Don’t want to leave
Chilling in Brooklyn
Enjoying the breeze

A coffee to go
From the bodega downstairs
One last goodbye
Letting go of all fear

Dinner at home
Last night in my bed
Unable to sleep
Many thoughts in my head

Tossing and turning
AC is broken
Staring at my phone
As if it’s a token

Goodnight for now
Tomorrow is new
I’m closing my eyes
Until quarter past two

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