it's not too cold out

it's not

too cold to sit out in

alley

now deemed

the meadow.

it's a ghost town.

hardly

a soul about.

the waitress appears

then

disappears,

masked

and coated

with boots, a hat.

the walls

are painted orange

and blue.

a few stars peek

through

the high brick,

but it's not too cold

to sit out

and talk.

to keep it light

and ignore

a world gone wild.