Nighthawks

by Greg Santos

after Edward Hopper

What is the sound
of midnight?

A lone barman
wiping down a glass

under the hum of
florescent bulbs.

What’ll it be,
friend?

Tipping
my fedora low.

Starting to like the idea
of having a friend.

The only
other folks here:

A fella and
the red haired lady.

Together
but separate.

We four beacons lost
in the buzz of thought.

— from Juniper Volume 5, Issue 1