Beaky's Blather

Night seeps from corners and the cracks.

Machines and engines slow… and cease their action.

Night follows day

as early drinkers sup, and sigh… with first-pint satisfaction.

The night folk stir from day-sleep‘s pale distraction.

They wake late, eat, and start to act their action.

Bars open and the caterers wait to ‘cate’. While kitchen stoves are warming,

waiters in the doorways

wait to ‘wait’.

The bright girls smile and shout their evening joy.

Drink flows as flirters ‘flirt’ and toy boys ‘toy’.

Slim dancers spin and curl their hippy hips

and evening slips

in gaiety most gay.

As dancers sway,

the night’s buzz… buzzes

until the last dance then it’s homeward and night buses.

The few remain…who

cannot stop…stop on.

Drink more,

Want more.

need more, ‘nough  said.

Drink one more glass at home, alone

and slowly climb the stairs to beded , bed.

Night’s everywhere, the

streetlights glow alone,

While traffic lights beam

Red ‘n

Yellow, Green

to no one but wet-tarmac‘s roadway sheen and,,,

Night soaks in as

early-to-bed insomniacs, writhe and sigh,

while drunks snore on in black-oblivion’s slumber.

Night soaks through until,

The early risers open doors

and let the night away.

The clock ticks on….

it’s day.