The empty sounds of the city.
The rumble of the freight trains.
The roar of the engines at the airport.
Sounds like they are using old prop planes.
I imagine North Korea with no lights,
In the country, but very few in the city.
A sharp horn from the trains.
It's Tuesday night.
Nothing to do in a little city.
No trouble to get in.
I remember Tuesday drinking parties at the bar.
Now the streets are empty.
No 2:30 AM neighbour coming home loud and drunk.
Everyone is tucked in their beds.
The city feels empty.
Not even half full.
Fumes of industry.
Empty.
April 12/17
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