Night Walk
I hope I’m still here
When this street comes back to life
So busy that you bump into a stranger
Because neither of you was looking out
The bus will be crowded
You might have to stand a while
But you can hold onto the handrail
Thinking nothing of it
Little bells will ring again
As storefront doors open and close
And shoppers inside linger
Just looking
These chairs will be upright
This room warm and steamy
With sweet kitchen smells
Breathe them in and order another
To sit together a while longer and talk
Face to face, elbow to elbow
At night the going-out clothes
The ones that sat in the closets so long
Will show their colors to these stop lights
That are shining and blinking for no one
Out of the doors of these moldy bars
Noise will roar again
Singing, laughing, shouting
Sounds of abandon
Of hugging, kissing, back-slapping
When the night is over
Walk in a merry pack on this wet sidewalk
Past drummers rolling out their gear
And bartenders counting their tips
“See you tomorrow”
With ringing ears and tired eyes
Take the show home in your heart
And think about what that person said
Standing so close
I hope I’m still here
When this street comes back to life
But if not, know that I bless it
And everyone on it when it does
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