Nighthawks

nighthawk

Life, piercing through the gloom
Twilight, time for talking
Table time,
Dragging sorrow from our souls,
Red for love and I sip,
Twisted by life’s long lanes of the living
Chairs empty from yearning
Barkeep chats,serves,smiles
Empty conversations half heard, half listened
Love in the alley after,
Quick thrust and the day breaks,
Grinding us with its mundane reality.
We dance.

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