Midnight In the City
Midnight in the City
It's midnight in the city,
The stars are dull above the lights,
A cat curls round a garbage can,
With a hiss the rats to fright.
A curly haired disheveled drunk man,
Shuffles down the sidewalk,
Breaks his bottle on a dumpster,
Curses with awful talk.
A tired overtimer changes shoes,
For a walk to a parking lot.
High heels are pretty in the day,
After that, they're not.
High above in a lighted window,
A baby cries, and a tired mother tries
To soothe its pain with singing,
‘Til the window’s glow dies.
A boombox bellows from an old tin car,
Uncaring that it's disturbing the peace,
And I roll over in my penthouse,
Amid silk sheets and sleep.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2018
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