Loneliness

The sky is so dark tonight,
I find it disheartening,
To be alone on this night,
Or any night in mind,
My pack of cigarettes seems to get smaller by the moment,
My lungs filling with cyanide,
A smirk graces my lips,
Yet again,
The trailer park wars,
Rednecks with too many kids,
Arguing loudly,
Frustrated roars,
And testy shrill screeches,
All with a southern twang,
The empty hat,
German leather,
It smells like a memory I used to know,
The heat still sits in the dusty night,
And the stars are nowhere to be seen,
I flick my lighter,
The spark emits but never ignites,
That sounds familiar,
The sweet musk of pot fills the air,
Now I know the elderly Joanne is awake,
Crushing a stem between her teeth,
I sigh in discontent,
But all remains still.