Friday evening blues

Mystery and allure.
A dark wet night.
From the window of my favorite cafe,
lurid thoughts escape.

Fire engine sirens.
Car tires swish.
Jazz music in a seedy bar,
accompanies the concerto.

Coffee and cigarettes.
Thoughts and ideas.
Tears and melancholy.
You and me.

A favorite meal at night.
Senses are tickled.
Then he gives me a bone.
I might need a long walk.