Gordon Blue...

BLUE MIDNIGHT.
Blue midnight
spent unconscious,
in rat route, rodent row.
A restauranteur
ejected from side door!
Move over rats and let
Gordon make his final bow
on the snow like surface glow
of rat route rodent row.
The rusted iron cladding
of escape ladders denying
any light the moon might
give the right to cast
her yellow path below.
ASPP1988
Previously published in StraightTalkingStreetTalkingSweet (c) Andy Sewina 1988