Keep some quarters in my pocket
And some stamps in my wallet
Tuck some tissues in my coat
And a pencil to take notes
Got myself a roll of tokens
In case the machine may be broken
Called ahead for directions
Traced the map for good measure
Peaked my head out the window
Smelled the air for signs of snow
Circled the address in the paper
Alight, alight into the mad caper
No rhythms score this original journey
Just my nervous belly and tapping feet
Dancing away from people and trees
Check my ticking watch, counting the streets
The thrill, the fear, the spectacle, the sleuth
Solving tiny mysteries to deliver me truth
Clutching a typewritten declaration of time
Mouthing the words of my opening line
Alight, alight into the mad caper.
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