July was in full bloom
I could see clearly from my room
the moon and the stars alive and well
The painting of the romantic night quickly fell
I walked to the window and sat
The streets were empty
The apartment even more
A night in the city’s belly
Buses, old and new, passed by
Men and women, of young and old,
stood still and are terribly ill-humoured
No jokes or stories were being told
A cigarette was lit in the room next door
If drink was at play, I was done for
She passed me a lighted one
Her gaze more dangerous than a gun
The streets became animated now
The cinema blurted out hundreds at once
I wondered what was on show?
She replied: probably another low
She brought out a bottle of whiskey
She said: once I leave, you’ll miss me
I said: is there a charge or a fee?
She said: you know it’s always free
She was right in that too:
I miss her alright.
drunks
