POEM: late at night, from a cold sidewalk

"Nighthawks" by Edward Hopper

“Nighthawks” by Edward Hopper

late at night, from a cold sidewalk

through the window of a crowded bar
laughers crammed shoulder to shoulder
a hand in the back pocket of a lover’s jeans
a man’s face as he sets a scene for a friend

everybody belongs exactly where they are
the night gets a few degrees colder
it’s not entirely clear what this means
or whether everything is nearing the end

the distance between is a pane of glass, not far
but looking through it makes him feel older
he’s more a fan of Edward Hopper’s scenes
at least while his spirit is on the mend

/ / /

Jason Crane
11 February 2015
Oak Street

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