Silver

As a long night settles in
I set out for his studio
Seeking beer and company
By the factories —
Great, sleeping tombs
The desk is cluttered, sinking
But he pours the drink
So carefully
We talk in turns
On a borrowed couch
Watch the lamp throw shadows
On our feet
What is this I feel?
Sentiment or thrill?
A bit of gold
Or silver?
Share a smoke
With the windows wide
Through the burn of his throat
He says
Give it a try
See this passing
Going cold and steely
Leave me wrapped up
Going over
Visions of this night
Riding home
Sun threatening to rise
Brush the hair back
From my brow
Coffee pouring
In the quiet and stillness
Fancy leaving behind all this
For him
Still…
Send in the light!