We were in the cool sweet air.

Darkness late October night.

Waited too long to be fair.

Dreams and sleep would have a fight.

Control was fading faster.

To the bankers at the trough.

Somehow, we drove right past her:

In the shadows getting off.

Mercifully, it all ended.

To the sounds of sad goodbyes.

Like a stiff martini blended.

To the wonders; how’s and why’s…