some noises goin’ off at night…old trains rattlin through town…wooden fence gate creaks and moans in the purple hour’s winds…cars acceleratin’ down Clinton Street…drivin’ to the southside of town where there’s always action at this time of night…shootings…drug deals gone bad…in a church parking lot a whore wants her money…

old pickups drive by on Calhoun…semis backin’ up to drop a load at the bakery…smells of cinamon bread fill the air…under the viaduct a junkie waits on his man to deliver goods that never come fast enough…tattooed skateboarders whiz on by…

dirty rivers roll through town…muddy waters wanting to suck somebody in…a homeless man on Wells Street contemplates his last wishes…swigs on a schnapps bottle…drag of a cigarette…a hard wind blows…a hard wind blows…

the bars down Main and Broadway let out patrons into darkness…street lights out…a girl laughs wildly as newspapers are dropped on corners…headlines stating…, BODY FOUND IN BUSHES…, she never bothers to read…things of the past…things of the past…

and here he sits in his rented room writing it all down…what he’s seen…things he heard…a witness to all on his strolls through town…a witness to all…

his good night will never come…