Another Evening in Transit

The sky seems to be brooding
As I stand all alone, smelling the fresh brew
Wafting from the vending machine at the hotel lobby.
Wondering if the impending rains will quench my thirst,
I realize that beautiful sunsets need cloudy skies.
It’s a waning moon October twilight,
Light is streaming out through the clouds.
Eucalyptus trees swing with a passing wind,
As a flock of crows follow an aeroplane.
Arriving somewhere, missing you everywhere
I find my way from one humid city to another.
And, so continues life in the fast lane.