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Night Crawler, Part 1

Contributed by Butterat_Zool on Saturday, 8th February 2003 @ 10:30:00 AM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry

He took a slow final drag
On his cigarette
Before snuffing it out
In the full ashtray before him.
It had been one of those days.

His wife had had an abortion
Just the night before,
And took off that morning
Without saying a word.
He only wished for rain.

He had never imagined that
In three hour’s time,
Such a painfully hot beverage
Could cool to an undesirable temperature.
Maybe there was a microwave nearby.

The man’s waiter broke his gaze
Out into the fog of
The bustling city in which he lived.
“I’m sorry sir, but we’re closing.”
He already knew where he would go next.

The newsstand on the corner
Stayed open late Saturdays,
And he needed more cigarettes.
After that, the night was his for the taking.
Maybe she left a note at home.

Home. He hadn’t been there in two days.
He walked downtown thorough miles
Of perfectly identical apartments.
He believed that the spirit of the night
Would take him to where he needed to be.

He passed, without hope, in front of their place,
And saw to it that no lights were on.
Maybe the delirium from the pennyroyal
Would wear off shortly.
He wanted his wife back.

Tonight, though… Tonight was his.
He reminded himself of a poker house
Not too far from his home,
And took off in that direction.
Maybe somebody there would know what to do.

This was a classy establishment.
He was the only one in the place
That ever bothered with cigarettes.
The rest smoked pipes, or ever better,
Rolled their own cigars.

Upon opening the doors,
The young gentleman was overcome
By the thick essences of many foreign tobaccos.
Tonight, it seemed, was tournament night.
He was just in time.

Copyright Â© Butterat_Zool ... [ 2003-02-08 10:30:00]
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Re: Night Crawler, Part 1 (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Thursday, 3rd April 2003 @ 10:42:48 PM AEST
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I'm sorry I never read this before... it seems very interesting....going on to part 2 now..
Jenni

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