Prague

This is a city,

that hums a tune.

Music is built into the city,

it wafts around like the smell of

breakfast and coffee in the morning.

Waking up to old jazz and classical, 

even the cobbled streets join in with horses feet

and rubber tyres.

And maybe in the evening, after a few,

parts of her may admit her struggles with the bottle,

you may even hear a hickup of cheese and trash from clubs. But

This is a city

that hums a tune.

And in the morning, 

there are no hangovers, as
sweet music wafts over

cobbled streets once more.