While at university, one exercise we had to do was to look at a painting and then write a poem based on it. One poem we were shown was Nighthawks.
Pavement Observation
Ham sandwiches stacked up neatly
on the cake stand.
It’s clear at night and through the
rumble,
the flick of a dishcloth echoes
through glass.
Staring down I count the spike
stripes,
jumping, concrete heavy, between the
cracks.
There is a glob of pink bubble gum
stuck under a soul by the bar
stool -
It’s caught in the yellow light from
bare bulbs.
Bubble gum on its way home.
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