The sky was such,
That the clouds fell black,
And the rest subsided,
To an undecided, moody gray,

The lights blazed,
Beneath misty shrouds,
And though blurred,
They shone straight and strong,

The cement glittered,
Dancing,
Well endowed and dressed,
In a patient bodice and smooth sparkles,

The car hummed,
And softly vibrated,
And swayed ever so gently,
Rocked by the wind,

Beneath a pale sky and fierce clouds,
Face to face with the blurred lights and irradescent cement,
In a car purring like a tigress,
Sits a wide eyed larvae of a woman,