I Exit The Night

Aberdeen,  your streets are  empty and dark

And hey my poetry mojo’s back!

Your floodlit buildings look majestic and bright,

As I walk home from an open mic night

It’s a cold one, tonight and its getting colder

I’m still spritely, but a wee bit older

More coherent since I cut back the drink

The words come better, at least so I think

A million times better than back in the day,

That tired old catchphrase that I used to say

I think of a few lines out on the way home,

Perhaps my musing will produce me a poem,

Once in my garret I switch on the light,

Open my door and exit the night.