Nocturnal Rhapsody; A Medley of the Enigmatic World of the Nightlife

in the bloody, beating, exposed heart of downtown,

a neon sign for a greasy, never closed, never quite open (emotionally speaking) diner flickers on and off,

a single streetlamp illuminates the cracked sidewalk for late-night joggers, of which there are none

a distant sound of dub-step echoes from a nearby club,

a gentle breeze carries the sweet fragrance of cherry blossom cologne in full bloom,

and amidst the urban chaos, fleeting moments of beauty give solace to inner LED lights flashing/strobe/break dancing