At Heaven's Night Poem by Justin Gildow

At Heaven's Night
The place is deserted
While looking trashed
But the jukebox is still up and running
And the drink supply is full

I put a coin in the jukebox
And pick a song
Afterwards, I grab a soda and sit down on a stool
By the bar
And sing the lyrics to the song I picked

After the song ends
I just enjoy this time I have now to be alone with my thoughts

It doesn't neccesarily help that love is on my mind tonight
Or that passion is running through my veins

Memories of Glass and the Ghost Children come into my mind
And afterwards, it's memories of Generation X
As of now
I smile sympathetically
The thoughts of mine are all of the now
The thoughts of mine are all safe
The thoughts of mine are all pure

At Heaven's Night
At least for tonight
I can have it my way if I want to
Even if the visits of the Sunderlands have subsided