Midnight in Knoxville
Whinnies and banjos ring from the mounds of chartreuse that line my window.
Tranquility shattered by piercing hollers and revving engines.
My pillowcase is dressed with angry, wet ribbons.
All I want is sleep,
But the banjos never stop
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