Sickle Moon Sunrise

In a sickle moon sunrise,
The morning washes away the tense midnight air.
The city twinkles in all directions.
And my friend and I fold blankets and leave them on couches.

I stuff left over alcohol, and my face, in a trash can
And he charms the night attendant
To privelege my car from the locked parking garage.

Truth surfaces.

Crumbs of romance are wiped away
Like so much Taco Bell lettuce on a car seat.

Commitment is a word for driving home at 5 in the morning
After swallowing a hard week and chasing it with a pair of Jack Daniels.

Tempe Lake shimmers with starlight left over.
Vagrants minister to club owners with broom and pan.
Street lights farewell their celestial brothers.
And my friend and I find our places of rest,
To sleep another day.