A Night Adrift …

The night came as I slept

it was my last day of vacation.

Rainstorms crippled the city, warning of urban troubles.

Trying to decide to go out or not

became a raging debate within,

wandering won

and I set out for something of interest.

I walked, as it's now a requirement

testing my self where the edge is in evidence,

the bobbing of faces turned towards the door

the regulars looking for friends.

Rounds of rounds

changed direction and as music, we became notes.

In the air, we moved about

as the place has its own gravity.

Ruby danced with a sailor

who made her an offer

she had in mind all along.

Movements were defined in color

beer seemed to flow from our foreheads.

Talk was thickened from times alone

as we all were the lonely crowd.

In a stagger we held each other

down the street for peanut butter pie

and when it was done,

left with strange women

who worked for the circus

doing who knows what.

There was a tent, filled with short people

the tallest people in the circus,

and from our podium notes did fly.

At the circus, they all seemed deaf.

Maybe it had something to do with the snakes

but they all did seem to view us as food.

The night was a decade of trying to escape

knowing we had nowhere to go.

Daylight struck of the hood of a truck

somehow, I was in a park.

Now, knowing all about snake ladies

I’ve lost my desire to join the circus.