After Hours

When the sun's switched off

and the stars flicker on,
glowing like neon,
forming the great
“open late” sign
in the sky,


the doors swing open
to those ready to start their day:
night travellers
ordering fried reminders
of the sun,
gypsies peddling to waitresses,
has been's
and wanna be's
swapping tales
over burnt coffee,
dancers, singers, rock stars
winding up or down,

mad einsteins,
chicken littles,
raging bulls,
murmuring voyagers
from an alternate consciousness,
banished napoleons,
and wilted carnations,
last known survivors,
and wanderers who have seen more than
anyone anywhere
except for the guy in
the third booth on the left
whose waiting for a chicken fried steak.


There's a whole city
getting ready to put the kids
to bed,
and there's a whole world
getting ready
to go bump in the night.

After Hours first appeared 

on Medusa's Kitchen

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/