YOU ARE READING A Beat Without a Melody Poetry sometimes I sing in the shower Capitalism 9 2 0 by bicyclesonbroadway by bicyclesonbroadway Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Lights glare Machines hum Feet sore Mind numb Paper list In my head Smiles served Words unsaid Routine settles In my bones Five more hours 'till I get home.