Still City

You moved your hands Across your face You stood from the table Crossed the floor And walked out into the night In your wake: the cold draft The doors swinging and then sighing shut Still in this city at night There's no place dark enough to disappear in But every electric light casts a shadow long enough For someone else to hide in Wet pavement and slushy streets The dull ache of our cold damp feet Empty towers Lit up like electric candles Sending their steam plumes Into the frigid air Still in this city at night There's no place dark enough to disappear But every electric light casts a shadow long enough for someone else to hide in We leaned in Between drinks and the din and the traffic out in the street Over which we could not speak Then stepped outside And disappeared into the city Still in this city at night There's no place dark enough to disappear But every electric light casts a shadow long enough for someone else to hide in