In The Dark of the Night and All Alone
In the dark of the night, and all alone
We found that we’d killed an hour (maybe more)
With only tall tales told so far from home.
And so I set them loose, and free to roam
Off to the nearest hearth, the farthest shore
In the dark of the night, and all alone.
I fed my hunger with a scrap of bone,
And my evening’s boredom found a cure
With only tall tales told so far from home.
But to all these small sins I can atone:
Clean the glass, wipe the bar, and mop the floor,
In the dark of the night, and all alone.
I think - perhaps - I hear my conscience moan
That it’s a solitary glass I pour
With only tall tales told so far from home.
And as I turn the key and bolt the door,
I find I wonder will these souls endure
In the dark of the night, and all alone,
With only tall tales told so far from home?