Modern Day Night Hawks

Another lesser known figure waving out of the window of a Honda Civic that’s revving its engine at a stop light. Neon glow strobing from its undercarriage.

The passenger waving their arms and babbling in unintelligible shouts over the boom of house music. 

Young, wild lovers

On a dark summer’s night.

Squalling their voices in heavy clouds of moisture,

Unleashing

To the buildings,

Mixing with the noise

from the cars

and the confusion

Pouring out from the rest of us

Here, left on the darkening sidewalks

of the early evening slow to age itself.

Wondering if the beat stops

Eventually.