it’s a blue black sort of darkness
starts to take over
head down whatever road
rolling listening to many things
stuck in between hours of the day
number too many at times
not enough to complete a thought
far away from a smile
two meet at a spot again
back for another blue black night
only so long before the sun rises
to warm the chill of early morning
new light after the darkest night
serves to protect at least
a few hours so precious
a stone shimmering like eyes
and ocean under one of those
magnificent sunsets witnessed alone
no longer lonely nights escaped
through cracks in the ceiling fan spins
circles form in front of eyes
close repeatedly seeing what another
might never see straight across the sky
like a bird carried by wind
whipping dirt about the ground
trembles in the new cold
created by a falling season of change
gathered enough to get coffee
for the regulars who never sleep
like him and unlike him at the same time
their ideas hidden and his exposed
keeping it warm winter hat wearing
before it is time to bring out the gloves
to go another round for all those still
remain sitting only one raises
the glass to toast the day…
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