The Night Café

It’s late out at the night café

Gloomy dark black and grey

With dimmed lights hanging from the ceiling

And where the floorboards aren’t so appealing

Wine glasses, and open bottles are just lying there

On square shaped tables, with a wooden chair

There’s barely a crowd around in the place

Most people don’t even have a face

Heads faced down, sleeping without a sound

Though there are still people around

A man wearing white standing so still

Mysteriously, it gives a thrill

A man and woman with a hat and a dress

Having a drink to relieve their stress

It’s nearly done, their time and day

Their night ends at the night café