The Expert. Poem by Geoffrey Fafard

So you know your facts
You're an expert I hear
Have you been where I am
Not likely I fear

On a cold lonely night
Will you walk this way slow
Past yellow shadows
Past narrow lamp glow

Deep down the street of dread
Whilst soft music cries
To you of deep sin
And tear sodden lies

All the night dogs line up
They snarl at your fright
But you are an expert my friend
A bad nights delight

Come show the way
Past problems that bleed
I smile in the dark
Oh, you're just what I need.