It's a very nervous night in old Toronto town.
There's a lonely wind moaning outside my motel room, and I think it's calling my name.
It seems to be telling me there will always be moments like this on that solitary open road.
Been that way before...will be again.
It says to take heart...get some rest...
& then tomorrow- keep going.
This too shall pass.
(although it might be for the person in the room next door.)
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