In the Middle of the Night

In the middle of the night -

Laying in my bed
in Hollywood;
I hear screaming
and yelling,
out on the street,
in the distance -
muffled.

And I cannot tell
whether someone
is in distress
or they are having fun.

Then there is silence.

I'll never know.

A helicopter flies overhead
but it keeps on flying,
over the hill,
and into the distance.






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