Neon Sparks in the Night

On a tired evening at the kitchen's core,

City lights flicker, tales of yore.

Ashes in the ashtray, stories in the smoke,

Dreams linger like the words we spoke.

Keep it burning, keep it alive,

In the city that never sleeps, dreams strive.

Lift the can, sip the night,

Under the neon glow, hold tight.

Urban rhythm, wild and free,

Energy in every sip, in every plea.

Can of fire in my hand,

Feel the pulse of this restless land.

Round and round, the smoke plays with air,

Echoes of laughter, moments rare.

In this city jungle, we survive,

In this chaos, we thrive.

So here's to the nights, to the fights,

To the memories, city lights,

Keep the spirit, make it loud,

In the urban storm, proud.