Mt. Vernon Night

Cool air caresses your face.
Music plays from the nearest bar.
A song you know.
A voice you know.
Another cat is stalking you-
Probably
The fith one tonight.
You can see baove you,
The stars.
Shining like light through holes
In a velvety black curtain.
The music is faint
And you hear the crickets
Playing their
Lovely, familiar music in the
Empty streets.
And stull you can hear your footsteps
Echoing in the empty streets.
These empty, lovely, familiar
Streets.
And all too soon,
The air grows thicker,
The music fades,
Cats dissapear,
The velvety curtains
With tiny holes becomes
A solid cold wall of black.
Cricket chirps give way to
Obnoxious cars and
Streets become crowded
And lonely.