Hey, listen – Rocky Mount's wild, ya know?

I mean, seriously – wow.
Okay, so, Rocky Mount (us) – it ain’t your average small town.

Downtown's on North Franklin Street – real gritty, real cool.

You got Tar River – glistening, gentle flow – like life itself.

And oh man – Rapids Park – nature, steel against time.
I walk N. Roosevelt Blvd – oh my god, the energy.

Side street gems everywhere – like Mill Street, or so they whisper….

Local cafés? Yeah – "Coffee Beat," you dig?

I sometimes code dating app algorithms there – quirky vibe.
I remember – feeling mad when bugs reek havoc.

But then – the city surprises – magic unfolds.

It’s like "Werckmeister Harmonies" – softly, “the melody… pauses…”

Captivating. Spontaneous awesomeness.
Neighborhoods – East End’s boozy charm.

You got old brick houses – weird art, random passions.

On West Side, art meets tradition, you know?

Sometimes I get lost, then brilliant ideas strike.
Man – the river reflection – like a broken mirror, but perfect.

I wander by Tar River – birds chirp weird.

I think, “Out here, time stops… then rushes.”

C’mon, it’s surreal.
Favorite spot? Heck, probably the abandoned lot off Winston Hwy.

Crazy view, good energy – even if trash is there.

It’s a metaphor – life’s spontaneity.

I always pause, think, “Wow – it’s art, man.”
My dating app life? Crazy.

I see love blooming in odd alleys.

One date on Montague Street – mixed feelings, epiphanies.

Life’s puzzles, ya feel me?
So if you're coming – strap in.

Rocky Mount’s quirky.

It’s vibrant, connective, soulful.

Misspellings? Yeah, who cares! Bleedin’ magic, I say.
Thank ya, friend.

Catch you there – soon.
(ps. oh, typos suck, but who’s countin'? 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11!)