lazy cruise
mode he adopted
Cicero...
thought of taking it too far...
stretched like smooth rubber
the road of the evening
came like moist breeze
on his skin...
lazy cruise
mode the machine took
and those trees wayside shook
as if happy to see him ride
over all hassles and troubles
his bike acting his own double...
he passed by
neon lights
and small houses with drawing rooms bright
people watching serie a match
Napoli winning by one goal such
which could any moment be turned
into a defeat...
Lazy cruise
mode adopting Cicero moved like a ship
amidst hazy lazy halogen dream...
he moved on it seemed...
twenty miles running non stop
near Jaya's house he slowed a bit...
a song from there emanating...
a rehearsal of a song never witnessed
his ears the source tried to trace...
'must be from the upper storey...
where the baby would be going to sleep
hearing her favourite lullaby...'
he thought...
Cicero and his machination
a double...
before both along the stretched road
sprung to speed...
where markers by headlights glittering divides painted read...
the wayfarer
Cicero hummed lazy
The last heard piece
from the house where Jaya lived
and where he perhaps slowed down a bit...
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