Late Night Listening

Twenty to two

you’re wide awake

listening to the sounds

that the night owls make

The rumble of goods

from factory to store

the bells of the crossings

as the train tracks roar

Cool cats wail out

their tunes on the corner

sounding like a group

of funeral mourners

And the horns and the boombox

from some blokes passing car

Make you wonder why you

left your window ajar

But soon there is silence

tween fall and rise of the sun

till the birds bring the news

that the mornings begun.