Just musing on some of the things I see working and driving the streets of a city at night...

Dante’s Demon’s Night   Stillness shattered by the flashing lights on street corners, blinking signals that no one sees, cars drive as if the law no longer applies in the three o’clock world of loners, drivers, perverts, and whores   I drive my sleek black car for the crumbs of cash that dribble from rich man’s billfolds and I see the cabbies do the same; a black and white cruiser ignores the girl’s standing on their corner night to night   Houses all in darkness, businesses shut down, the fluorescence of a corner chain store the only reminder that life exists for those in the washed out lamp post light who too often lose their souls to drugs insight   Past four in the morning even the titty-bars shut down to pour the last dregs and perverts onto the damned claimed nighttime streets   Where another father’s child for a twenty or a ten is used, abused, accused and refused to ever walk again the town in the warmth of afternoons delight   In the doorways and the boxes, in the parks and in the gutters the homeless and the winos too, sip their candy from a bottle that they gave their last hope too   Now in fear they clutch it to their sunken chests, blurred blood shot eyes are always searching through the emptiness of time long lost   Like all the other inhabitants of the four in the morning invisible dimension that hides in the ebony of non-day planet they paid the cost   Night to night I drive the streets and night to night my heart grows cold Night to night compassion fades just a little as I feel myself grow old Eyes don’t see as they first did the tortured souls of Dante’s demon’s  night More and more I fear I’ll lose my soul and stop believing what is right.