Black and light

Posted: May 3, 2012 in Poetry, urban poems

Based on Nighthawks by Edward Hopper

So who are they? This guy
and the red-frocked dame?
Locked together at the bar
as night closes down the day,
while coffee bar lights keep it at bay,
spilling glare on the sidewalk. They
stand at some crossroads. Talk. Silence.
Talk. She wants to know where they’re
set to go from here. His cigarette smoke
drifts past his lips, his eyes, shrugging away.
As I drink, they mutter about dark
letting light in the heart.
It’s black.
The night.
The coffee.

  1. all time oldes says:

    Love the moody ambience … very alluring.

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