30/30 Day 28-Next to Last Train

I carry my heels, ragged straps

dangle from my fingertips

as I wait for the light rail.

Next to last train

before I tuck the night to bed.

I can still hear the music from the club

feel the vibration under my feet

and I sway to the rhythm 

of the last song I danced to.

I once read your ears have memory

your brain absorbs the pattern of sounds

and the lights and boom will sneak

in every ringtone, speaker announcement. 

On the way home, and I will lean back

imagine one more dance, 

for one more night, before

they close the club down one last time

and this ride home will be

the next to last one.

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