February 2012
2 posts
For Five Cents - Edward Hopper's "Nighthawks"
It stands brightly on the corner of 4th and Lex,
only a few people in tonight, all hiding
from something. They’re always hiding from something
but I never much care to ask what.
Folks mostly keep to themselves, but sometimes I hear,
sometimes they tell.
He was a singer, she was a dance hall girl, they used to be happy.
They spend their last night having a silent drink.
She wouldn’t look...