Night Sounds in the City
© 2009
Dan Johnson

She knocks, no she gently taps on my front door
Telling me that it’s time as day light sneaks away
I resist, 
She persists 
But she wins…
She always wins,
Then like warm vapors of summer air
She slips inside night dreams.
Her song filled with a syncopated chorus
of crickets chirping
car doors slamming out their night time pain,
all in the presence of night time rain.
Sirens wail and night talk prevails by those passing by my window…
She soothes my troubled soul with sweet strokes
Leading me through a concert of night sounds in the city.
The train moves south lamenting another lonely night
The plane heads north, gaining altitude going who knows where
The dog on the fourth floor,
Barks out at the night, for all he is worth.
I fall asleep surrounded by the music of night sounds in the city.