Study of Nighthawks. An Edward Hopper Tribute


I left for a plane that didn't depart,
nor move off the runway
or engine’s start.


You left for that plane the same day
moving quick for the carriage train,
that took you and your Scarlet away again.


He left his house last week,
wandering the street for something to eat
and came across this cafe in defeat.


We’re the workers that stand and smile
the cafe advocates, conductor of the race,
that starts on Sun’s rise and end’s with washed plates.