Night Upon The Boulevard Poem by Juan Olivarez

Night upon the boulevard,
The rising moon still low.
Rock music both mellow and hard,
Plays as the neon lights all glow.

Multi colored moons glow bright,
In all their different forms.
As passers walk under the lights,
Wrapped up in private storms.

Teenagers cruising down the street,
Youthful faces with no cares.
All thankful for the fading heat,
Taxi drivers hustling fares.

The boulevard on a summer's night,
Long lines at the movie house.
Like ancient, mystic arcane rites,
Shoppers at store windows browse.

The night is young, the street alive,
It won't slow down till late at night.
Like honey bees around a hive,
Till the early morning light.

4/28/11 Alton Texas