Cocktails and Broken Hearts
Fall, even the name says down
Crushed into the earth.
Leaves of Autumn become
No more than mulch, sacrificing
What has been
To a future Spring.
Foot falls, damp, the lamps of
Twilight was sidewalks
Already wet with fog
Old songs filter through
Air thick with might have been.
Low moaning of horns and
Whining of clarinets
Speak of places at the end of a bar,
Old movies and mysterious women in black
A time when gravity finally wins
To take hold of a year almost done.