I step out into the cold night,
the town creeks under a blanket of Fahrenheit diamond.
the smoke from my cigarillo wraps around my face,
pleasing the senses with the aroma of tobacco
and wood stoves glowing in the January night.
an ally cat passes in to the night,
I sip from a bottle cognac, as it coats my tongue and warms a breath.
the sound of jazz drifts in the air, leaning against a street light,
waiting for the 2 am freight, and a hi ball ride out west.
bags packed light and foolish, a whistle blows, snow set in.
I hop my car and head in to the darkness
to see new places.not knowing where I'm bound