Author: The Lady Arianrod PM
An entirely angst, free-form poem. my 70th fic! Based mainly on Spike's entire way of lonely cowboy lifestyle, and on the entire essence of the show Cowboy Bebop, the futuristic jazz age.Rated: Fiction K - English - Angst - Spike S. - Words: 236 - Reviews: 5 - Published: 09-13-02 - Status: Complete - id: 964667
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Twilight Loneliness by Takato's Dreamer (rainytears)
a/n: I just happened to be reading a page of "The Great Gatsby" when this poem popped into my mind. I could picture Spike as the narrator of the novel talked about lonely city nights, jazz clubs, and warm summer nights spent alone in the big city. This free-form poem captures (hopefully) the lonely essence of a cowboy in outer space, especially Spike.
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop. Some really awesome dude does.
Read this poem as you picture the jazz era... especially listening to Bebop music!
The stars are distant tonight
Above the city streets
The world it turns beneath my feet
And the lights just move on past me
My only friend it seems right now is loneliness
Yep, no one else will listen to me.
The golden lights and billion people
Blend and move and keep on going
I'm still looking for a face I know
For someone exactly like you
But now all I got is loneliness
Summer nights all alone
Club after club and I can't stop thinkin'
Of that old song same playing again in my ears
The jazz of twilight loneliness,
The sound of city streets at night.
end notes: hmm...... thoughtful, sad, it's the essence of Cowboy Bebop. And Spike ^-^ Review if you liked this free-form thingie. I enjoyed writing it ^-^