No more street cars
Passing by going who knows how far
One way record spins r
& b sways in smooth echo
Rocking this deserted diner to sleep
Smooth enough for the ears of us Nighthawks
Bulbs buzz strung up
Above the counter hung up
On nothing, no thoughts
At this sleepy street corner
Soft red stop light energy flows through the windows Smooth enough to illuminate the eyes of us Nighthawks