Closing Time

It was closing time
and the lights were coming off
and you could hear the crickets
and the distant rush of the highway.
The tables were being cleared
and the floor was being swept.
And while some birds were signing
their nighttime songs,
the windows were shuttered and
finally the doors were locked -
you heard the key turn, once
and then again.

it was closing time, darling,
time to do the dishes,
to turn down the bed,
time to retreat into the dark
with the one I could trust for company.

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