“Night Revisited” Another in NYC

I embrace it as she rolls in and wraps herself around me.
The hard sun of a day too long. finally leaving me to be alone in the dusk. Soon dark.
Not knowing where I will lay my head in the early morn’ is half the fun. Maybe next to some broken bar fly, maybe on a broken curb; true devil behavior. Or perhaps in the comfort of my own bed. Waiting for the ritual to repeat itself. Night comes and I come alive, waiting for the inevitable, embracing my moment…