Happy Endings

Happy Endings A long day in the office is just a prelude to the kaleidoscopic formations gathered beneath store front close out sales and pigeon feathers as I head for the station, the five o’clock hopefully on time Strolling down the naked street, I follow brick facades and paint chipped doorways, listening to music from open windows above, static to the sleeping trios with silenced violins in cases of quarters Whiskey bottle wind chimes tinkle on the curb in high pitched sonatas floating on waters from washed dogs and cars, denting front lawns in tread mark stupidity as the city pulls out the stops Sirens join in the festivities, out of tune with hopes for happiness, but running red lights just the same as envious teenagers fall from death metal logo’d skateboards, tearing already torn jeans And as I wonder why no one smiles anymore, a yellow cab stops, the back window rolls down “Need a lift buddy?” and before I can answer I see her as she pats the seat next to her and motions me in As the car pulls away I ask, “Where we headed?” “To the sunset, I hear it’s beautiful this time of day” she giggles then leans over and kisses me “How was your day handsome?” she asks like a song “Perfect now, I just love happy endings”