Geylang Night

We wander through Geylang Dark. Darker because of the crowds. Each street a new country. Each selling its similarly unique wares We watch the girls, Neither of us talk much, Just drinking coffee. Counting the Mercs and Maseratis. As suited men dart into cheap hotels. For a short stay. The rain starts The shadows of temporary non loneliness hide under awnings Or dribbling branches. Ever hopeful. We finish our coffee and trudge home wondering