Sleepy nights

I am sleepless. It’s weird. The Citi, they say, never sleeps, but not my city. The car zips through the sleepy pavements, downed shutters, curtained windows and random traffic lights. ‘Enough’, laughs Red to the car, ‘I am not going to stop you now’… She dances with Yellow as Green looks on. Green always looks on. It’s his destiny. Not for him the little crook where the short top gives way to the svelte waist. He sees others resting their hands on the slightly bulging desire as their staggering legs fumble to kickstart the bike or get into the car after a heady night. He blinks. Allows the pair to pass. Not that they would have waited for him. Neither do we. Our car leaves behind smelly rubber. With looks of pure disgust, highway dogs give way. Have you ever noticed how black the water becomes at night? Tar. Simmering, shivering in faint wind. Padded bras in place, girls stare at us with bored faces. Anxious eyes. The radio sounds a tad too seedy with the bored DJ trying her best to cheer up sleepless ears. Like us. The humid air sticks to the collar. We carefully ignore desperate commuters waving frantically at us. The dinner is getting cold. The baby’s fast asleep. Sleepy wife shifts uneasily on bed. Whispering sounds fill the air. Another night comes to an end…