Edward Hopper Inspired Writing

The light cold breeze
wraps you in a bear hug
through your coat and scarf.
The man tinkers with the gas
pump and you wonder
how he could not be freezing.
The crickets sing love songs
of lonely heart in the night.


Your suitcase sits at your feet
as you raise a cigarette to your lightly chapped lips,
whispering the cries for love that is lost.
Contempt in your solitude,
you blow a cloud of smoke
into the chilly night air
and the time passes
like there is no tomorrow.


White wine embraces the lover's
lips like a New Year's kiss.
Cigarette smoke preforms
intimacies with the fresh air
that fills their lungs,
yet leaves them just as
breathless as a passionate
tongue dance.