Still night with streets abandoned
immerses me into my own world
on my downtown walks.
Khakis and shirt
Proclaim, I drink and I know things.
Except that the Mohawk doesn’t serve past one.
The strip mall lights are as dead as the air
and swallow the parking lot in a pitch black
The only “hot spot” is McDonald’s.
Heart disease, instead of cirrhosis,
That is, until the gas station seems appealing
with piss-cheap coffee that enables my sleepless walks.
But in the silent streets, a surreal world
I create in my head holds into a reality;
and then a car bolts through and shatters the scene.