The Wedenesday before Thanksgiving

Ya la habibi ya la
I feel like Rumi
Walking alone
In the cold dark empty road
Drunk
And I am happy
Blanketed by a sky full of stars
Knitted into the street lights
In my blurred mind
Stoned on sheesha and hashish
Alone
With the lost noises
I listen to my own footsteps
As if they lean me on
ya la habibi ya la
Wilid night like
Whiriling dervish
On the dance floor
Friends who adore
The look in their eyes
and then
The night ends
Ya la habibi ya la