Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Empty Echo

Come break of day with a new dawn,

Again alone in time and place.

The last night's occupant is gone,

Just me and the gray walls I face.

I did enjoy this last guest who

Played his harmonica and sang,

A Mr. Bo Jangles type to

Dance up a helluva dance. Dang!

Yes, a fond memory he'll be,

Leaving this space now dull and dim,

As it usually is for me,

Wish there were more fun ones like him.

This drunk tank cell in this jailhouse,

Waiting the next drunk be this mouse.