Songs from radios
collide into disturbed air
over the sidewalk.
Sleeveless young men
stand carelessly with
searching eyes
watching women pass.
Street lights flicker.
Cigarette smoke
creeps lazily over shoulders
from parted lips.
A car horn trumpets a signal,
forcing interest
where none exists.
Thick brass bolts
secure storefronts
to sleep until dawn stirs.
Roger Singer 