sitting in neon restaurant
crowded signs lining the streets
just this side of walled windows
shoes come and go
with people attached
voices foreign and muffled
between carpet and heel
faint trickle of muzak
pinging worn stainless steel
windows echo reflections
of haloed headlights of night
trancelike cars meander
through the aisles and people
white noise cancels out falseness
of lamp and its cloth shade above
and through frosted glass
laughs the trickster of light
who never forgets
the multitude of neon restaurants
within each of his photons
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