11pm is always rainy
And dark
Always seems lonely
No matter what
Headlights nice
And dim
And low
11pm
Always seems cloudy
And the air makes
Your hands feel
Cold like mint
11pm is always
Dirty and dangerous
Yet alive and wonderful
Dressed provocatively
It always glows with a
Fiery haze
Street lights
11pm always opens
With the autumnaut lights
Of white and orange street lights
And it closes with the howl
Of starlit silence
Consume Reality! 