Northampton, 4:32 AM
late night café
the windows opaque
with the steaming rain
from midnight clientèle
still damp.
sulphurous shadows
as early morning
streetlights
hide her eyes beneath a
black fedora,
just the glint of plum
fingernails
clutching the head of a
temporary lover
as she goes down
split jeans turning
dark
the inky black of
pavement pools.
Floodlit by the lights
of a passing car
she turns her head,
closing her eyes
against the glare.
The whoop of teenage
boys
as the engine dopplers
away
lost into the threat of
morning.
Morning cigarettes turn
to ash
litter the pavement.
The lingering damp spot
on my cheek
where she kissed me
goodbye
and the orange glow of
the petrol light.
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