NIGHT-EYES

A hippy sits on the ground
Eyes glazed and idiot smile
Singing loud and proud
"Were you there when 
they crucified my gourd!"
Night-eyes see as they prowl

A group of young girls passing by
Look at him and laugh out loud
All dressed in their weekend best
Bright and tightly fitting dresses
Their aim is for an older sophistication
But their unknowing youth makes them miss
And night-eyes miss none of this

Around the corner there are three guys
Too busy to even watch the girls go by
Two are hustling the one to do deals
They've got something he wants to buy
"But it's the price boys, it's the price."
They haven't  noticed the cops close by
Night eyes see all that passes in the night

"Hey baby, d'you want a little fun?"
Says the woman in the short tight skirt
"You want a date with me, hon?"
She continues her professional flirt
But she knows it's too early yet
They need drink before they pay for her dirt
But the Friday night-eyes see the hurt

                  By Phil Roberts

Reviews

[Érenn]

Wow, As always the smoothness in your writing leaves me asking for more. This is such a lovely poem. Night eyes one of my Favorites here now. It's true. ^^ I liked all the situations that have been mentioned. Really good ^^

[Phil Roberts]

I do appreciate that, Erren. We all need encouragement :)