Nighthawks

The dark city lurks

Hooded in it’s shadows
In empty streets
Islands of light

Isolate solitary people
Framed together
Without touching

Almost taste the darkness
Smell the lurking night
The Diner’s bitter coffee

In the distant highway buzz
Only the sirens speak
The audience awaits

 

After Edward Hopper’s painting – ‘Nighthawks’ 1942

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