The Sun goes down, the urban day-shift ends.
The ever-distant Friday is suddenly here.

Office doors locked. Shops shuttered.
The city rats stop running in their wheels.

And then, from the depths of a darkened street,
Comes a pie-eyed piper and a rumbling beat,
Which the kids from the city must jump to obey
For tonight a different breed comes out to play….

We have learned to play the game:
The rules were ever thus.
The cats in suits may own the day
But the night?

  – the night belongs to us.
Pete. (Mar 11)