Down in front

I cant hear
The cars
That drive past my house
At 2:30 in the morning
Over the sound
Of plastic keys and prose
That surges through my veins
And out from under my nails
Urging my fingers forward
To move faster to
Keep up with my thoughts
And the tap of the keys
With emphasis on the letters
That spell your name
Creating a melody of heartbreak
Or anger or lust
That silences the
Surrounding world
Assisting ignorance
Of a misplaced lover
In the wrong city
With the wrong woman
Under the wrong sheets
Until I can write no more
Flesh eroded to the bone
So I give in to sleep
Where the cars
That drive past my house
Keep me awake
And I realise
Tires sound different on foreign roads