All Night Lights
by A. A. Parr
for Jerry

night comes
with its lights,
with its height-
end responses
with its cold heat
lap dance
luxuries,

with its longing

night comes
and whispers,
tells you I’m
waiting, I’m wanting,
I’m ready but

the lights are all neon

the lights are all on
all night and
the pavement is
gleaming
with Saturday night’s
strangers
with Sunday morning
stragglers, with
modern love

letters
spelling out
who’s open, who’s
ice cold
beer sold here, rooms
by the hour, guilt
by the second

chances

are, this will not
be the lov...

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