Night Alone.

Sometimes at night
You want nothing
To do with them;
Want to be left alone

In your solitary room
Over looking
The city of night
With its sea of lights;

Smoke a few cigarettes,
Release all regrets,
Have a drink or two,
Forget the day

At the store,
Forget the office bore
Who would touch your ass
Each time

He came pass.
You listen to Thelonius Monk
On the CD deck,
Let him enter your flesh,

Your ears,
Your jazzy soul,
And lay back,
Close your eyes.

You want to forget
Those guys
With their insipid egos,
Their macho manners. 

You want to sink
Into the night;
Feel the aloneness,
Let it touch,

Let it caress,
Let it soothe,
Nice and smooth;
Let the day end,

Let your mind
And heart mend.
You want to forget them
And their tiresome ways;

Their sexual innuendos;
Their stares and gazes.
You want to lie
And smile,

And linger a while,
And let Monk
Tickle your ears,
Your heart,

And put together,
What was torn apart
By the day at the store,
By the office bore

Who touched your ass,
You let it go,
Let it pass
Over the city of night

With its vast sea
Of bright lights.