far end 

of the night 

the cats are yowling 

and fighting 

the neighbor is sober

 screams at the cats 

 and then laughs 

her dog is in the house 

barking furiously

she trips over a box of bottles 

and curses

the fog is rolling in 

a San Francisco kind of cold 

I'm listening to Gershwin 

and I wish I was dead
asleep