My Evening Friend
Sun sets, the darkness hovers over us,
The dull lamplight shines to its fullest.
And, there we are, my friend and I,
And WJMJ radio station plays a Bach violin concerto.

Seemingly, just a thought away from the edge of night,
We stare, gazing at the walls. A stroke of genius,
The violin played on, as my friend and I laugh.
My friend and I in the night.

James Hawkins