i long for Nightfall to dropp her heavy curtain <br />i find myself in the dwindling hours of the day <br />cutting thru the darkness like a drunken knife <br />past prophets and prostitutes <br />that speckle the screaming sequin sidewalk <br />the brightly coloured people; <br />the neon sign chameleons <br />ever seeking anonymity by blending into buildings <br />and ducking under subways <br />they all seek asylum in the jazz miasma <br />that seeps from under doorways <br />of the hidebound bars <br />bodies crumpled like litter on the soggy street <br />stars drip onto the crawling cars that narrowly miss <br />the lumbering pedestrians that stumble in their stupor <br />to find their way back home <br />or someplace just as good<br /><br />Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/big-easy/
