Beats

Night
beats
with engines heart
of the city
which flows with jazz.

I swim in darkness,
listening to the sound
of this creature so alive,
turning around its concrete fingers,
staring in the yellow eyes,
bumping shoulders on the streets,
facing people that I've never meet.
And slowly
the dark
clouds
the neon lights,
so I can inhale all those beats,
so I'll become a flow myself.
Alive,
alone,
with women in the alleys
where lights is gone,
floating in their bodies
filling holes
of worn out dreams
till the night
lifts its cloak
devine