The doors were closed at the late night hourand the windows shuttered.
There was no entrance into the place
and the winds were picking up
on the cold empty street.

There was an alley nearby
with bottles rolling in the wind.
It seemed a place to stay
but it, too,
appeared to be locked up.

There might be a park nearby.
There might be a riverside.
There might be somewhere
to rest a weary head.
It would take some time find
these places
but there was nothing but time
at this late night hour
and nothing to do
but search.