night day
& something in-between
drinking again
down at Wally's Place
where you never know a name just the face
sips lead to truths still unfounded
interrupted by the trumpet which sounded
so true and blue with a twist of the dark
i settled in quickly as notes hit their mark
the usual faces masked by ambiguity
hummed amongst the noise of the city
they flowed through the room bouncing about
i turned to see the faces as she began to shout
like Grand Central
the people flow in and out
truth in their voices
guilt in their choices
her voice was subtle yet different than before
i listened to her intently then walked on out the door
the moon was light the air so heavy
i lost her voice in the sky as i became unsteady
when the pain subsided i took a deep breath
smiled as her voice softly lingered into death
i rode that nite to the old town
where a year before i had turned it down
i reached into my pocket
paid the deed and like that
night turned to day
the faces returned
and all that was left were
the echoes of a trumpet
and virgin petals falling on the sidewalk
the wind whipping them about
up and down the street
to places I can no longer reach
