Another Saturday Night

 
Naked and raw
the avenue waits
for the quiet hour to be over
while January's wind
wails its own wild mind
sighing as it circles the dance
lusting the last of the leaves

Soon the people will spill out
into the night
towards the clubs & bars
where lovers & loners
mingle & mix
to poison the pain of living

Will you join with the crowd
or sit in your room and write
fleshing the emptiness inside
with a thousand pages of alone
pretending to be a God
who has all the time in the world
when once you would sing your way home

A tease of moonlight and stars
is rousing the city with its glow
but you seem blinded
by the puzzles of every line
each word binds you closer to the Devil
until tiredness embraces defeat
and the doors are double locked

Then almost faintly
in a corner of sky to the west
with no apology or excuse
a handful of guilty fireworks
enjoy their moment to explode and die
Closer to home
a fox calls for his mate
and one more Saturday
lurches quietly away