Smoke Trails in the Moonlight

Streetlights flicker, the city’s cold chrome veins,

Windows fogged, the whip’s breathing Mary Jane.

Coughs echo like ghosts in this tight steel tomb,

Ashes fall slow, embers glow in the gloom.

Smoke trails weaving stories in the moonlit air,

Night’s a canvas, painting chaos, we don’t care.

Roll another chapter, let the silence hum,

Late night cruising 'til the morning drums.

Clock hands frozen, ticking’s just a faint hiss,

Rearview mirrors show shadows of things we miss.

Laughter muffled, buried deep in the haze,

Eyes bloodshot red, locked in that midnight daze.

Potholes hit like life’s punches, we just glide,

Blunts in rotation, worries parked curbside.

City hums a low tune, heartbeat of the lost,

Hotboxing confessions, counting what it cost.

Smoke trails weaving stories in the moonlit air,

Night’s a canvas, painting chaos, we don’t care.

Roll another chapter, let the silence hum,

Late night cruising 'til the morning drums.

Carried by the fog, secrets spill in the steam,

Every hit’s a memory, every puff’s a dream.

Street signs blur, reality bends and folds,

The city’s dark whispers, stories untold.