Rhythms of the Unseen

In the smoky haze of a neon night,
The city hums a jazz tune,
Pavement cracked, hearts beat to the drum,
Of lost dreams and forgotten noon.

The moon’s a silver whisper,
Casting secrets on the weary,
Streetlight halo dances on the glass,
Of a world so bright yet dreary.

Cats in leather, souls like fire,
Spin tales of glory, grit, and grime,
Unshackled spirits chase the stars,
In rhythms outside of time.

Graffiti poets scrawl their songs,
On walls that never say goodbye,
Where every scratch is a love letter,
To a world that’ll never lie.

There’s a beat beneath the asphalt,
A pulse of rebels, wild and free,
In every sigh of the city's breath,
In every fleeting, shadowed plea.

Love is a cigarette’s last ember,
Burning fierce, then fading cold,
Passion’s the liquor on the lips,
Of the young and the restless old.

So dance to the rhythm of the unseen,
Where the world’s a canvas bare,
In the echo of a midnight laugh,
Find the truth that lingers there.