Last Night

Under the flickering exit sign

Beside the creaking downstairs door

Thin fingers brush blue streaks of hair past green eyes

Smoky seems like a stereotype

But wisps hover in the air

Beneath the dim fluorescent lights

The shredded semblance of jeans

Bare legs that stretch towards the door

Hips shifting in thoughtful deliberation

Across the hazy vapor screams silence

Eyes that have to look away

Are caught up in the reflection

Rusted metal bar clanging

Battered canvas shoes scraping

Icy blusters rush through the gaping hole

In reverse images the scene plays

Now a silhouette disappearing

As the door creeps closed

The reflection dissipates in music

Or in murky lukewarm liquids

Spirits never seemed so cold

Clinking calms the restless mind

Straining frames the tired soul

One more sip and the memory fades