4am.
The drunks have either made it home or been put away.
The city is yours for an hour before the morning starts the day.
No cars. No traffic.
And Green lights all the way.
No need to run just idle through the boulevard.
Push rod sounds echoing off buildings from its V8 heart.
Song lyrics flowing through your head.
Fighting the temptations from a foot made of lead.
4am.
Time to go to bed.

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