I am the Nighthawk

I have become the Nighthawk,
Cocooned in "Phillies" welcome,
Cast aside the floundering sugar cube
luckless victim of the cappuccino triangle
lost in withered grey eyed dregs,
And she, hypnotised by zippo's bright distortion,
all has been said
together and alone,
Fear from all, to end this moment,
this cathedral silence,
Plum lined straight between dusk and dawn
the fruitless quest for sociability,
To sever this umbilicus,
to wander home, voices silent
hearts entombed,
So we stay in "Phillies" welcome,
The Nighthawks and me.

Dedicated to Edward Hopper 1882-1967,
His paintings inspire me, especially "Nighthawks"