2 O'clock-Something In The Morn

[herdinator]

five past two in the morn
coffee mug full
and a rolled cigarette.
nothing doing
open mind on a song
from yester-year
and images of an abstract painting
colours ripe in shaded hue
imps and fairies
making necklaces of dew.

Quarter past two in the morn
a taxi pulls up
the young women get out, dash;
never to return.
The hum of silence
besieges the city
interrupted by shouts of profanity
from the taxi driver.

By Prince Labiel.