People of the Night

People of the Night Atlantic House Tavern Street lights glow on aged stone walls, Follow life’s beat, the old tavern calls. Silhouettes framed in soft window light, Bridges across time, people of the night. Framed pictures on walls, old halcyon days, Spying on those, carrying on in their ways. Standing on shoulders of some ancient ghost, Art built upon art, then sharing night’s toast. People of the night, span decades of time, Some paint, some act, some speak in rhyme. Tonight’s summer crowd, succumbs to it all, The gyrating music, sounds rise and then fall. They seek greater heights, to find a true path, Pushing the boundaries, often feeling the wrath. We stand closely together, and revel this night, Then melt into darkness, before day’s first light.