Lonely is the night

Lonely is the night

Lonely is the night
streets silent in darkness, shadow filled
sounds hidden in the cacophony of day, revealed
to those acquainted with the night


Nocturnal creatures roam the pavement
with undisturbed grace and surety
the night like a friend welcomes those
Who know lonely is the night


So indifferent and unfettered the night dwellers are
neither light nor dark can constraints their rhythmic strides
making their way deftly on uncrowded sidewalks
the lonely night like a magic cloak


The sound of their own footsteps break
through the absence of diurnal discord
a cancerous vexation for the night dweller
an interruption of the lonely night


The fluorescent light pours out
from the all hours diner to fill the cracks
where the street lamp can't reach
in stark contrast to the night's shadows


Gathered here they are,
those acquainted with the night
cigaretts, coffee and perfunctory conversation
breach the silence of the night


Counterman in white linen rattle s and stacks
the porcelainwear for the brew that ferments
in the stainless steel urns that never seem to empty
always at the ready for the nocturnal habitue


As a couple or alone they sit,
On backless stools sipping and smoking
Toying with matches ,reading yesterday tabloid
They are well acquainted with the lonely night