whirr of tires screeching on busy streets
flaring lights and melodic beeps upbeat
hurry strides on a lane darkened with trees
the night is so young, alive, full of tease
sniffing my pastel pink sweatshirt's sleeves
crisp air so refreshing to breathe
a penetrating sweet tonic i long to take
i halt on a bench, gone crowd who's awake
i stretch my leg and slouch
threw back my head and gaze at the clouds
eyeing as it passes the moon and lit stars
i puff minty scent from my lighted cigar
tranquil tryst to be cherished to the bone
late breezy night, staring at the moon
after a serene roam, head back home
but not me, i got nowhere and to whom
-haliya
