Rush Hour In the City.

Midnight breezes cool and humid Circles of hazy lamps glowing In the nights hanging fog Everywhere abound The crowds rushing blindly Suitcases and grocery sacks Leather coats and limousines Window displays go dark at closing Headlights mirroring off asphalt Carrying a somebody To a somewhere home In this noisy silence I sit watching Avenues and alleyways Waiting for that voice calling out to me Conceiving the faces of lovers Furtive aspirations flow The envisage of a laughing moment Dark azure skies dotted As the winds gently shiver Swaying in lullaby Magnolia branches Cold and void of life Echoing who I’ve become No where else to go But this cold autumn wind With subdued semblance Of… Harsh bright lights In the cool city nights.