Wednesday, January 22, 2014

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


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