when the night closes down
I don't want to spend another evening listening to dust hit the carpet. Let's eat tv dinners tonight and go for a drive along the edge of town, among the warehouses and furniture stores, and listen to the police scanner. It's all crime in the late-night fastfood parking lots. I have a crush on an Asian woman broadcasting weather reports from the foggy rooftop of the parking garage. I wonder where she goes when the station concludes its broadcast. I wonder where she goes when the night closes down.