The Night Watchman

from the morgue window,

the night watchman stares

at the all-night diner

a couple appears

and turns down the sidewalk

laughing, arm in arm

the neon lights

—except for the missing R—

blink in the rainy street

a sheet of newspaper

scrapes along the sidewalk

till it folds into a puddle

in the distance

a car horn sounds

. . . a pencil clatters to the floor