Nighthawks

Nighthawks

---- Big Frank Dickinson

Safe from the maw of gaping black windows,
Up from the drop of the streets,

Unstained by the marks of darkness,

Removed from solitary singularity,
Fenced in from free ranging,

Ditching the drop of depression,

Protecting themselves they sit together

Repudiating the barren backdrop -

They are restored by the reach of the diner

Whose white-capped captain sticks its prow

Into the heartlessness of this city's night

To scoop up its survivors
And serve them coffee

As in the whir of countered silence
They mull over where they were.