Drunk is such a pleasant state to be in
here, under the stars, with you.
The highway hardly makes a sound.
See those lights, drifting this way?
A tanker arrives from distant China.
I wonder if they hear the foghorn?
This night is warm, I agree --
but still, keep the scarf on, if only for me.
Nothing, I just couldn't help but exclaim.
Apologies for breaking the calm.
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