Friday Night Stars Poem by bob barci

Friday night stars - I watch
glitter above my head.
Friday night headlights - I watch
come and go down the street in front of me.
Stars will stay put
while headlights are on the constant move.
I feed on Milky Way
poured to me from the Big Dipper,
causing me to loosen my Orion’s Belt.
Late taxies eat up my money
making my bank account look anorexic.
Friday night train
speeds me into Manhattan,
where Friday night stars
seem to disappear from view.
Is it from too many skyscrapers
taking up too much sky space -
or that the star’s glitter
has been dulled by overly bright, city lights?
In either case,
Friday night stars
disappear into Saturday morning
bringing me a warm, yellow, sun
to feel against my face.