The Wild Night
By: Wayne Brown
The image looks back from the mirror with a smile
Time to hit the town night and go out for a while
Every hair is in place; oh the man the clothing makes
Time to get out on the street; the wild night awaits
The rain has stopped but the streets remain wet
The night is damp; sparkling and glistening yet
A distant jukebox throbs with rock n’ roll of late
As the storm rolls away; the wild night awaits
The girls giggle n’ smile as they try to catch the eye
Transformed in night beauty and walkin’ slowly by
Their wanting attention yet not lookin’ for a date
They know that down the street, the wild night awaits
The streets smell fresh washed off with the rain
The crowds thickens drawn by the musical refrain
Out front of the favored bar, feet dance upon the slate
Here they come lookin’ hot as the wild night awaits
Everyone stakes out their ground looking about the place
Searching for that pair of eyes; that pretty familiar face
Dreaming of new encounters that may occupy hours late
Hearts heavy with anticipation as the wild night awaits
The hours pass filled with red wine, dancing and fun
The night is almost over yet feels like it has just begun
And as the moonlight dims in the wee hours before light
The crowd drifts on home sated by yet another wild night
©Copyright WBrown2013. All Rights Reserved.
10 April 2013
© 2013 Wayne Brown
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