On Draws The Night

a drunken moon
slips down upon her back
melting hipstamatic
yellowed through an inky sky

and the night draws on...

a passing freight train
rolls on by
marking time
again and again and again and again

and the night draws on....

somewhere
down a side street bar
a lonesome clarinet
note perfect
tips her hat and bows
to Sinatred saxophones
throaty rhythms
and all that jazz

and the night draws on.....

distant sirens vocalise
desperate impatience
it's all bar stools and bourbon

and the night draws on......

a recent rainfall
reflects  juggernaught clouds
or a migraton of whales
upon their way
to who knows where?

and the night draws on........

a scrutty old tom calls out
telegraphing his presence
afore a backdrop
of skipping rope cables

and the night draws on...........

there, weaves the local wino
stumbling to the fence
shouts at his mind
in fire escape dreams

the dawn will up
some time again

but as for now the night draws on.......