Tower Top

I wrote this poem and took this picture at the top floor of a restaurant in Singapore.

Tower Top

On top of the world and hanging tight.
Sifting it, Oh! sublime, that’s right.
Jazzy thumbs and bangles booming.
Tweaking trombone, higher, scooting.
Story telling and a glass before bed.
Watching worlds moving, glowing, fed.
Searching the skies, the laser lights.
People talking, all kinds and types.
Feeling the sound, the falling pages.
Couples dating, talking stages.
Here again, was no time, wow!
Half a world asleep, but not me now.

© Copyright Jason Lamar 2013

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