Sitting on top of my hotel a city stretches out around me
All around a skyline of trees, buildings, coconut trees, TV aerials
Clouds like glowing embers in a dying fire
Life continues along a street that stretches out to the horizon in front of me
Like white magic wands, fluorescent lights flicker on
People at work, children at play
The noise continues, does it change?

Dusk

The atmosphere has changed, it is preparing for sleep
But the night life will take over.
Music, loud but not clear
Bouncing through the air and around the many street corners
From the roof top mounted loud speakers
which are almost as common as the sacred cow
The music comes.

Michael Tissington