NYE in Nashville 2020

No dress to press

No boots to scoot 

No lipstick swiped in a rush

No dab of Chanel to weave a spell

No midnight kiss in the neon mist

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Jazz calms with warm palms

A wobbly table of seven soul strangers 

Local beers and collective tears

Moonshine and heavenly signs

They’ll be all right, after tonight