Old Rooms

I could almost pretend this is other rooms I have known. Half drawn curtains and the night outside gives nothing away. Black night and the lamp on the table obscures everything that might be seen out there. Woodstock Drive? Belmont Road? Clovelly Road? Northumberland Road? Bransford Road? London Road? I'm tempted to ask questions to the night air that tastes of summer and wine, even though I can't stand wine because it gives me the worst hangovers. Ask what old room this air belongs to, but even if the night could answer, I wouldn't really want or need an answer.