Working Graveyard

Author: C. Martin
Submitted by: N. Ford (Partners Off Duty

Midnight mist, street lights glow
Empty sidewalks, stranger calls.

Lights strobe, shadows dance
Motor whining, apprehension's chance.

Heart pounding, eyes don't see all
Information lacking, adrenaline flows.

Arrival is eminent, danger's roar clear
Bystanders gawking, suspect near.

Incident handled, citizens relieved.
Cursed, praised, back to the beat.

Midnight mist, street lights glow
Empty sidewalks, stranger calls...