Beneath the hush of Melbourne’s veil,
LaTrobe Street hums, a shadowed trail.
Neon whispers on pavement wet,
I chase the ping — the order’s set.
Through chilly air and tramlight gleam,
A silent city starts to dream.
My tires hum a steady song,
The night is quiet, deep, and long.
A streetlamp flickers, breath is steam,
This ride’s not easy, nor extreme.
Just hunger waiting, time to meet —
A warm meal flying through the street.
Backpack snug and phone aglow,
I dodge the late-night traffic flow.
A swipe, a tap, the route is near,
The quiet thrum of hunger's cheer.
No grand applause, no curtain call,
Just footsteps echoing off the wall.
But still I ride, in cold and dark,
A silent spark through city’s heart.
For every dish and doorstep light,
A rider carves the pulse of night.
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