Here comes the night life.
Yellow lights spill all over main street,
But the dim, blue sky takes its sweet time to leave.

Hands delicately scale a piano
as the drum leads in it's sporadic fills.
The trumpets burst and pop
while a saxophone glides softly.

The people sit and chat
While their cups are emitting swirling steams.
The faces brightly lit
by store windows and neon open signs.