Overtimer Poems

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.