First Assignment: Poems

Hey. I have to type up some of the poems I turned in for my creative writing class. Here's the first one:

Friday Night at Juanita's

The sun sets over the street;

In a convertible car, with the wind in my hair.

There is the smell of rain, the stink of cigarettes that comes

With the flash of light from a match.

A half-moon glows dimly above;

Orange reflects brightly off of white-rimmed sunglasses.

Crumpled papers scratch the sidewalk in a breeze.

Fireflies float about like tiny beacons.

Excited voices buzz together in a dull murmur.

Motorcycles rest in their places, chrome gleaming.

The riders sit atop them, leather jackets loose on their shoulders.

Heavy doors open.

A pool of ruby-tinged light appears on the ground.

The calm has now lifted;

We swarm into the club, a waiting what we traveled so long to see.

Stars glitter and fade above

As music blares throughout the night.