fading light

cigarette butts pile

spill from the lip

of a rusty coffee can

beside milkcrate seats

orange dusk clouds flow

drifting east

then south over New York

moon rises slow

over boy scout trees

crossroad traffic slows

motel lights dim 

click 

off

a pub moment

The pub is warm

windows thrown open

salty sea air on the ocean breeze

pre-dusk clouds glow 

with reds, a tinge of orange

the barkeep laughs

as he cuts a steaming soda bread

the joke:  he's poured a full pint

of Guinness into the batter

the result is a brown moist delight

washed down with another stout

and a shot of Jameson