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.
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