Sealed within the envelope of
night
is a common indifference.
Shadows appear equal.
A corner musician pulls at the
strangers eyes.
Coins in the hat
drinks for a night
a city bus with sleepers
roars by.
Skelton road crews work for
food.
A walk between the avenues,
neon signs wave welcome
subways rumble below,
buses above.
Soft street lights weak with beam.
Faces with dreams built from lies.
The city stirs the night.
Roger Singer 