through raindrops on the window
the red lights refracted into a thousand
speckles. outside, a steady
stream of cars drove single-file
along the narrow lane mirrored
by pedestrians braving the drizzle
in search of some comfort.
or ecstasy. and there,
sitting on a stool framed
by fluorescent lights,
she waited for me.
the car stopped and i hopped
out into the cold, hands
thrust deep into pockets
and head bowed low.
