Hands in coat pockets, sneakers on.
Starry skies, big fat moon.
Catching snippets of chit chat.
Recognizing the language.
Not recognizing the language.
Traffic lights changing, red glow green glow.
Red stop, green go.
Dug up street.
People on cell phones, cigarettes dangling from their lips.
Got a light?
No, sorry man.
I’m just walking.
Nights like these are meant for walking.