Night Shift Remembered

I liked the dawn breaking over the city night And the sun especially in a Friday morning light I liked the noise of the city waking slowly building As the light strengthened slowly revealing Remembering the chaos of the night has ended Sometimes after bringing us to places unintended And weary eyes no longer seek in the shadows lurking As the streets give up their secrets now forthcoming I liked the thought of coming home After a night completed with no more to be known I liked the laughter and mate-ship of a barbecue and beer After the last night when fellowship was so dear. © Paul Warren Poetry