Waiting in the night as quiet streets around me lie.
The clip-clop of shoes and the hum of the odd car passing me by
as across the road I hear faint music.
It's rhythm soothing but volume proving
that the hearing of that particular flat's occupant is not what it may used to have been.
Sirens break the silence and a flurry of lights appear
only to vanish again just as quickly as they were first seen.
It seems that to exist here after hours one must be but for a moment.
Your second could be well spent.
A passing group of friends ask loudly for a cigarette.
I politely decline.
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