Staring at the ceiling
Exhausted and depressed
Too awake for sleeping
Sigh, and get dressed
Cane in hand, light a cigarette
Out onto the street
Walking to forget
Or my racing thoughts defeat
Bricktown at night, neon muted
The scent of fresh cut grass
Starlight glimmers diluted
Off a liquid looking glass
In shadow, the canal deepens
Speaks in landscaping whispers
The streetlights are far-off beacons
As I watch the ripples for pictures
Settled, relaxed, freed
I walk the streets, headed home
Knowing soon again I'll need
Another midnight roam