Another Saturday Night Poem by Tony Noon

The taxis bring them home quietly,
chasing the last daylight towards
the ring road as if it had no business
hanging around here after ten o'clock.

They have caroused safely in the sun
all day, in theme park public houses
where the music is never too loud
and the drinks are always temperate.

In boarded and bewildered hostelries
as the moon rises there is still a clinking
of glass and after midnight, I am told,
discarnate laughter raises spirits till dawn.