Night Shift
There he is, under the eves of Rite Aide, back-lit by a dull grey light, moving around, waiting. He gets in and begins, "I know what's around at 1:00 a.m. — lots of cop cars...there's two of them over there, just talking... and trucks bring stuff in...and lots and lots of night owl taxis."
"I kind of like the night," I say. "Yeah," he answers, "but it's cold. In the summer, it is awesome."
leaving town lights
waxing moon on the road
black ice sparkles
haibun
There he is, under the eves of Rite Aide, back-lit by a dull grey light, moving around, waiting. He gets in and begins, "I know what's around at 1:00 a.m. — lots of cop cars...there's two of them over there, just talking... and trucks bring stuff in...and lots and lots of night owl taxis."
"I kind of like the night," I say. "Yeah," he answers, "but it's cold. In the summer, it is awesome."
leaving town lights
waxing moon on the road
black ice sparkles
haibun
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