The night air is crisp, not cold.
Every street is like a highway at 5 am in the late Summer
And kids are screaming drunk on the periphery.
I'd be a bastard if I didn't say it makes me feel like God.
Late night urgent care, the river bank, atm machines.
My store front eyes are wide shut-
Like a solitaire flush-
Like a raging storm-
Waiting at the bus station at 5 am,
I am an electric lightpost and a schedule board.
And my bed is too warm.
