From the brawling bars of Mars
to the dim cafes of Aldebaran,
the music of deep spacers
reaches to the unbounded sky.
Most often it is a raucous music
of passions intense and fleeting,
brutal and lacking in subtlety,
a release from light years passed.
Yet when the last call comes and
the lights flicker, and cafes
and dim bars are shutting down,
the music all at once changes
to a vast and haunting refrain
that echoes the depths of space,
the solitude of ceaseless travel.
Stumbling out into the night,
singly, in pairs, and in groups,
strains of music trailing behind,
the spacers wander alien streets,
in search of temporary lodgings
beneath the static of the stars.