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Before the DJ

I wrote it for you, Birthday Boy
but the words kept on coming, kept on coming
the furious train – ever so late
forgot to stop and pick up the pieces
To make it whole, to make it known
I watched you with tender – I put forward
My submission, my only narrative
of where the night would carry us
down the whistling streets you knew
As a boy, Birthday Boy.

Jesse Falk