Nightlife Poems

Outside The Empty Mug

the night’s wildlife stampedes through the crosswalk.
penguins dressed in short black skirts and white tops.
an Irish River Dance of black boots cross by the lights
startle the onlookers from the comfort of their cars.
hard to distinguish any individual from the rest.

a uniform that ignites a father’s spark,
not the kind they ignite on the bar-walk.
thinking about my

3rd wheeling

(A Christmas vacation vignette)

Lisa and I choppered onto Manhattan Island yesterday morning. We’d both felt toasted—so we took naps—and yay! We awoke recharged.

Later that evening, Lisa and I were at the ‘Elsie’ Rooftop Bar, in Manhattan, waiting for Lisa’s boyfriend, David.
Ok, man-friend? More age appropriate I suppose, he’s 27, but that description doesn’t have the

A Sister's Lament

Is it wrong to feel jealous of my brothers?  
Am I evil for envying their wild freedom,  
For wanting, just once, to go where they go,  
To dance to every beat, lose myself in the night?  

They are at every party, every celebration,  
Free birds, untethered,  
While I sit

doof-doof

“22½ euros for a Martini,” Peter remarked, when he first scanned the menu.
“It’s not like we aren’t going to get them,” I said, “we’re not going to cheap our way to abstinence." The waiter came and I gave him my card, “Put that table on this card too, please,” (pointing to Charles’s table).

It’s a cool

Fox

quick sight… caught
a creamy, frothy tail
skulking behind bins
caramel
this creeping tod 
wry trickery, claw
prowl and sly, brazen
he's getting too brave
soon…
a knock on the door

Nightlife Is Dead

The streetlight spread
like an abandoned strip
old hot spots deserted 
with no moths   no buzz zip
the party is over
nightlife is dead.

Nightlife

Lightening bugs playing on my guitar tripping the NightLight fantastic.

Nightlife

shaking fairyland forest
   gazillions of acorns sleet
       are the squirrels playing slots —
                         Vegas on my roof.

      

Beach Nightlife

ocean waves crashing
beacon light illuminates ~
blue crabs rummaging

Painting the Town

We danced violet nights into day,
And walked the sunny bay.
We dined champagne and caviar,
And drove far in your beautiful car!

Everyone noticed when we hit the scene,
Like actors on a movie screen.
Each hot party sent invitations.
Had friends in many nations.

I owned lots of lovely dresses;
Had the acquaintance of princesses!
Each day we made the society page.
Our lives

Distant City Lights

Distant city nights,
Those faraway lights,
On the eastern border;
Colored lights quarter.

There should be hubbub,
And people club to club;
Dancing nights of August,
Music mellow and robust!

To that far, dreamy place,
With life's quicker pace,
Excitement is now calling,
And my heart is falling!

Those far neon lights burn,
As some observe and yearn;
Glowing colors of the night,
Under the silvery moonlight.

Nightlife

twilights moonlit glade
    nocturnal wildlife forage-
    owls wait patiently

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Nightlife

The darkness blankets time and space.
The shadows dance across the pane,
as moonlit droplets drape like lace
and play the music of the rain.

The damp chill of the dead of night
seeps in my bones to settle there.
I hug my flannel robe wrapped tight
And burrow deep into my chair.

My hands are warmed by steaming brew;
The kitten snuggles close

Colours of Parisian Nightlife

Lemon meringue sweet-laughter-light
fills shadows cerulean blue.
Café de Flore’s summer hot night
where dreams tangerine rendezvous.

Six strings strumming lavender notes
tones, violaceous lilac lace,
heartbeats' delicate music floats
on fanciful lilts ears embrace.

Conversation thrills with saffron!
Hints, amorous in coral blushed sheen,
lashes flirt, lush fluttered chiffon;
intentions are aquamarine.

French liqueur sipped, yellow chartreuse,
City of Light, summer hot bliss.
Inner glow - inhibitions loose,
watermelon

City Glittering Nightlife

As the moon bathes me with ardent solace where does my day lead, 
as I’m drawn to you with bleeding tears


I will trace your lead in this concrete web
Holding effortlessly still
surrounded by dim veil

City illumination lends means
to its forged beating soul
Intoxicating control
drawing to false streets of dreams

Sightless to being
Dismiss urge to yield to a
submissive embrace

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