Still Life, Black and White

It's not often
you can see
the juke box
when its lights
aren't pulsing
and the speakers
aren't vibrating.
A stark image
in the closed cafe,
checkered floor
fading
until first light.
The broom rests,
chair legs dangle
from tabletops.
Lights are out,
door is locked,
laughter and music,
long gone.
Perfectly symmetrical
white on black
it sits silently
in the corner
and waits.