Hanging play of street lights
Suspended shadow plays
Swishing tyre crushes gravel tones
Café closing time
spilling staggerdly from step
swilling last café dukebox
crushed into corner alcove
where eyepatch man winks blindly
Tables strewn with laughter cleared
Hanging streetlight shadow plays tricks
with magical whimsy night
Scattered tables run by river
climbing up down, up down
Dukebox shudders washing machine
clearing the tone
clicking needle
dripping groove into winking beer
grasping melody
Car lights dance a lingering waltz
swining around corners
carressing slumbering tarmac
broken life pulse smashed bottle
slumped jacket container
sighing rasta kid
skips on skateboard drink driving
streetlights wobble in shadow crash
traffic light red blinks a knowing wink
rearview mirror lies exhausted
3.15 is now 3.20
shadow play collapsed winking in singing moon