The alley is littered with posters
advertising concerts that took place
long before you made it to the city.
They promise nights filled with blaring music,
blinking lights, and empty glasses.
-- strangers scrambling to find someone
to change their lives before the bars close
and patrons are released into the streets
to fill subway cars and find their way home.
How easy it is, instead,
to wander the streets,
linger on park benches, smoking
until the sun rises to douse
crisp darkness with morning