darkness falls on spruce street
punctured by the glow of lonely apartments
and oncoming traffic
while starry-eyed hopefuls are courted by the shadows of the evening.
a bottle of wine, a pretty verse, a furtive glance
taken by love's bounty, lain content.
such dreamers. such fools.
silver tongues and well-paid compliments caress the air
while glassy-eyed rejects ooze polluted tears.
the cynic is laughing all the way to the bank
as morning dawns on spruce street.