As the day comes 'Round

You know what?
I absolutely am intoxicated by the look of night.
Infatuated with the blinking lights of cities,
in which lies over a bucketful of nobodies that I've never met.

These oh-so-called nobodies, driving in their cars,
reading their books in just-too-quiet libraries,
smokin' their dope on street corners...

Have never actually spoken to me, or looked me in the eye.
However, whenever I just stroll on by; I can't help but picture our conversation as if they already had stirred the courage to talk to me,
and we were already finding ourselves making new friends on the corner of the street.

"And how are you, miss?" They would begin,

"You're quite stunning, though your hair could use a trim,"

"I know, I know." I will reply

"Dear tell me sir, how'd ya get this black eye?"

"Oh sweet pea, that's something I can't say,
but it happened on the first of May."

[Later on...]

"Well, gosh, thanks for talkin', I 'preciate it much"

"No matter miss, you're a good friend,
and I wish you best of luck."