People Of The Night Poem by Ray Hansell

I thought I'd sit down to write
A poem about the people of the night

Outside it's dark and eerie
Many people feeling leery

The homeless sleep in the park
It's rarely safe alone in the dark

Hookers walking back and forth
Customers always being sort

Junkies waiting to make a deal
Always looking for something to steal

The one thing they need is more dope
It's the money that buys then hope

The cops cruise by nice and slow
What's going on they already know

It's what some call, control policing
Or is apathy just increasing

Delivery trucks making their rounds
Roll up doors make crashing sounds

Delivering goods to the stores
Before the people come by the score

In a few short hours the light goes on
As darkness gives way to dawn

The quiet streets begin to come alive
As commuters start their daily drive

This whole scenario will be replayed
Tomorrow when daylight fades

Some people only come out at night
During the day they stay out of sight

They don't like the hustling crowds
They prefer the nights when it's not loud

The less people they see the happier they are
I sure to many this may sound bizarre


11-6-18/RjH