Sitting at Lorca with the city bustling by,
A mish mash of fashion from girl and guy.
Wafting around us, the aroma of coffee,
Jazz on the footpath, yeah, this is me.
People walk past abuzz with the groove,
The night is refreshing, it makes me feel new.
No rush, no pressure, just cruisin' along,
Sitting here silent among the great throng.
For the briefest of moments our eyes make contact,
A smile, a nod, we acknowledge the fact.
This is a great place, a happenin' thing,
Here we are happy, our hearts want to sing.
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