The cars scurry
across my blank gaze
as I sip my coffee
braced against the rails
My mind hushes
after a long day at work
As the traffic rushes
my bus pulls up to the curb
A wave of fatigue
that starts from my curled feet
closes my heavy eyelids
and I collapse into my seat
***
It is dark outside;
the window has become a mirror.
I have a quick bite
and head on back from the diner.
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| Nighthawks by Edward Hopper |
***
A wave of energy
that swells up from down below
lifts me up bodily
and dumps me outside my door
My head throbs
like the flies atop the lone lamp posts
as I round the blocks
deserted but for any damned souls
My thoughts race
the regrets, worries, sighs
and I steel my face
with resolutions renewed every night
