Pulse of the Urban Night

under lamplit veins
the asphalt exhales low,
a mechanical lullaby.

leather soles stutter,
skidding sparks off fractured slabs
where soaked receipts cling like ghosts.

neon halos pulse
in oily puddle mirrors-
they murmur back our secrets.

each heartbeat echos
lost in the urban night,
a trace of identity.