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