by dawn

a bartender

sits in a moon-lit bus-stop

writing bad poetry

toking a joint

sees carloads of

student-Discount-Revellers

imagines pouring

a drink for each one

knows that

by dawn

he might



a waitress

walks down a lamp-lit path

humming a ditty

smoking a ciggie

sees a prostitute

being solicited

imagines changing

places for just one night

knows that

by dawn

she might



a manager

stands in a dim-lit bathroom

snorting a line

through a roll-up fifty

sees tension drain

from a haggard mirror face

imagines reliving

a mis-spent youth

knows that

by dawn

he might



a hooker

lies in a gas-lit backseat

closing her eyes

sucking an eccy

sees an angel

wearing tarred feathers

imagines losing

her god-damn sanity

knows that

by dawn

she might