Night Alone by Raymond A. Foss
Bright noisy streets Unattached and watching The jazz, the sass, The Street, Bourbon
Late April Thick with tourists Easy marks And their watchers In the shadows On the corner Bump and grab proposition
Takes all kinds Shapes and colors On the street N.O. P.D. there but not Edgy
Past midnight Hum of the beat Continues Lingers Smells and moods Mix In the dark Away from the centers Under the porches
Later still Same and different Slower darker Safe on the street Danger near Old Absinthe A trumpet wails Without competition Any more
Another drink Another tip Another scene surveyed Last call 4 AM
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