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The sun is shining

Mandolin players pickin'

Give me a "Del yeah!!"

The train whistle sounds

4:15am freight train

disrupting my sleep

Potamac River 

curving around the fairgrounds

alongside mountains

iced coffee cooling

overactive sweat glands 

waking me back up

the smoke from charcoal

flits with anticipation

for moonshine soaked fruit

puddles are forming

in the mud tracks imprinted

by a pick up truck

The flies are a drag

but at least they ain’t biting

and drawing first blood

That dobro player

really accents the night air

filling it with song

another freight train

rollin’ thru Allegany

still hauling commerce.

The fiddle player

has the crowd up and stompin’

I’m feeling no pain.

High, lonesome singing

gone on past the midnight hour

filling souls with hope.