I Had a Vibrant Night

A Vibrant Night At night When the city is Lit with lights and literature Locals and visitors Ambiances and silhouettes Dances with the wet backdrop And the foreground Maybe a new York playground The smell of the sound of savory sausage Sizzling on the nights grill Salivating tongues and painters pallets Dancing trees an autumn light breeze Brushes by as the train underneath Zooms pass passengers asleep It's so unique The smell that permeates Pizzarias and eateries It's so late....but that's okay Let the night be our theater Now who's that musical man over there Playing his sultry song all night long He sounds like Carnegie hall Her dress is fighting the wind His necktie is flagging the taxi She's tipsy, he's dancing like Fred Astaire Keeping her balanced, Smells the mocha in her hair Their equilibrium meets with the stare of each other Falling into each other embracing humming that man's song smiling... Anton Brockenbrough