Three thirty in the city that doesn't sleep.
Another set of love songs.
Stories to make you happy, make you think, 
make you weep. 
Working late again, began at midnight.
Grooving on the J O B.
New York on my fingertips.
This shift ends at the first peep of daylight.
Excited as hell.
I am Ally-Mae.
A radio Queen.
I am having a good day.

My world revolves around her.
The dimpled smile.
The laughter.
The gleam in her eyes.
The hugs.
The way she cries.
It's our anniversary.
One year since we first met.
I am Ally-Mae.
A flower in Springtime.
I am having a good day.

Picked it up earlier, cost me a small fortune.
But this is a special occasion. 
It's not about how much you spend.
The price is irrelavant.
Diamonds are a girls best friend.
Got a dozen blood-red roses, her faves.
Beautiful card.
She's going to be so surprised.
I am Ally-Mae.
A woman in love.
I am having a good day.
 
Checked out an hour early.
Took the short way home, via the park.
Let myself in, peeked at the goldfish.
The apartment is quiet and semi-dark.
She's fast asleep
Hi honey, I'm home.
No response.
Switched the lights on.
Tripped into the twilight zone.
Her eyes and mouth wide open.
Spreadeagled on a rainbow.
Huge patches of red, splashes of White,
Blue, and Yellow.
A moment of horror, frozen in time.
Collected, preserved, framed.
Rubber stamped on my mind.

On the phone, a call I can't recall making.
Somebody just answered.
911 what's the emergency?
The voice. Soft, calm.
Waiting for a response to the query.
Tried but the words won't come out.
I am Ally-Mae.
A night sky with no stars.
I was having a good day.