SummerCity (Midnight)

The humidity clings like

A one night stand, it’s

A little too close, wrapped

A little too tight, but

Strangely familiar, and

The whores on the street watch

The boys in their cars while

Their makeup melts and

The music pounds from

The empty bar on

A weekday night while

The city sleeps in

Its sweaty bed as

It prays for rain.