just another evening

i, after my dinner alone

amongst the goodbyes cheery

as people leave to go home

begin my quest weary

for an empty taxi going my way

that’ll take me to my dingy room

where under the influence of alcohol will sway

the flaky-painted walls of gloom

where tormented by memories of you

and by mosquitoes kept awake

i’ll go to the window for a smoke or two

and in the yellow light of the houses nearby

set against a smoky violet sky

try and find the inspiration to paint