Eine kleine Nachtmusik

The rumbling of the 10:30 train as it lumbers on, bringing lonely people back to lonely homes

Muffled conversation from groups of little gangsters, waiting to grow up

The hint of a song hummed under my breath





The beating of my heart that tells me I like you




Shrill shrieks of blinding headlights from cars

Smoke coils around her wrist.......the lit cigarette hisses




A jangle of keys
My dog barking
Soft padding of paws on marble, rhythmic sniffing

My guitar - small, soft sounds wafting into the night air through an open window


They escape, and are gone...
But the beat goes on,






And you're not here.