Late night journey

3am came around quickly
in that smoky bar
ousted into the cold night air
he danced past the grasping
mini cab drivers
and slouched by the bus stop

urging the next bus
to emerge from the junction
to be his

a lit cigarette did the trick
it floated to the ground
as the bus pulled into
his vision

he stumbled on with not
quite abandon
and joined the masses
upstairs style

a loner
a stranger
on the night bus

neon streamed by as the
bus ate into his homeward
journey

a laughter track accompanied
his trek

youth surrounded him
screaming giggling kissing
heading for a whispered
promise after a fumbled
embrace

he emerges on a dark street
and smokes the last cigarette of the
night
street lamps reflected in dirty water

half expecting half hoping
for confrontation of any kind
as he approaches a closing night
club

he slips by unnoticed
he is an invisible man