congenial night
when the headlights and the heartaches fade
into a rush in your ears
or a total lack of sound

dark places
to spill your drinks
and wait for your friends
and feel that broken rythm
again pulsing through the floor

your lovers wait
in double beds with rose-patterned trim
their faces dark
and far away, some long train horn blares
and you wonder what reality is yours

and when the dark silence of your mind
will come to take you home once more