Bright lights. No sleep
A shout, a scream, then moving on
To another bar where more
Money is spent
New York- Just left an apartment
I’d never have thought
I’d ever be
Tequila tipsy and jet lagged
And leaden
Now sat heavy on sidewalk seating
As wooden as I
‘Do you like the night?’ She asked
Yes, I said
And dropped my eye
To the letter box
Opening of a drain
And thought of ‘It’
And clowns, and rain
And darkness
Then looked at her eyes
And her frown
As she glanced past
The sea of pavement gum
Spat from ignorant mouths
There I saw the bicycle
Bright but all alone
‘There’s been times’, she said
‘when I’ve felt like that bike.’
Yes?
‘Looking good but all alone
Watching people passing by
Having fun.’
I nodded, indeed, I said
We all feel like that
Sometimes
Then again, the bike
Will have its day again
Cared for by another’s hand
In another land
Under different lights
Knowing moonlit nights
Ah, she said
I like that, that’s good
Fancy a drink?
So I took in a deep breath
To clear my head
And we wandered into the night
Bourne 