Trains are done running.
Shops are shuttered,
except in the red-light districts
where the neon circuits burn.
Food carts are set up
under streetlamps,
sending out plumes of
fried food & grilled meat aroma.
Plumes meant to catch drunken strollers
looking for an affordable bad idea.
Tonight, the city accommodates all,
finding a bad idea to
fit each price range.


Love the last stanza!
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