The neon hawks fill the skies
With scrapers stretching to the clouds
Eerie shadows lurk in the dark
While the hustle stays bustling under the neon glow
Sweaty silhouettes return from the gym
Business suits engorged with their own devices
Tuning out the world until the last moment of the day
The streets come alive at night
With a different kind of soul
This is the night owl’s territory
Where the city never sleeps
And life of the night doesn’t meet day