Street lights gleam
Reflecting
Off the onyx surface of the night
Their electric hum, a backdrop
For the low drone buzz
Of a Saturday night
Downtown
I hear activity on the streets
Voices and cars
The clubs and bars
Slowly filling
Music pounding
Where all are searching
For something
Good times
Camaraderie
Escape
Sex
Love
Or some combination
In the dimly lit haze
Of cigarette smoke and perfume
And the drying dregs evaporating
From bottles and glasses
Seekers all
Just as I
I’ve found those things before
And I’m sure I will again
But not this night
This night, I will write
Ink and paper escapism
Wish the other seekers good luck
There’s a single Guinness in the fridge
And enough 12 year old single malt for a small glass
And words enough
To keep me up
‘Til last call