Scotland Yard's Out Tonight Poem by Justin Gildow

Scotland Yard's out tonight
And the ghosts and spectres float,
fly, and glide along in the night
sky
As well as invade the alleys

Women walk on down the streets
Groceries in each hand
Old newspapers clutter the streets
A janitor is needed to sweep up the
mess in the street
And the cathedral never looked as
beautiful as it does on this very night

Scotland Yard's out tonight
Patrolling the streets
Walking their dogs
Making small talk with the citizens
of this city

Inside the pub
I'm in a corner
All alone
All to myself
Drinking my favorite soda
Root Beer

Not that far away
Some play billiards
Some play darts

Scotland Yard's out tonight
On this cold night