“It is night now,
no longer evening but fully night,
as in ‘black as,’ if not precisely ‘dead of.’
Evening usually has the afternoon hanging on its coattails,
has actual flecks of daylight clinging like lint to its lapels,
but night is solitary, aloof, uncompromised, extreme.
The safe margins of the day,
still faintly visible during eventide,
have been erased by night’s dense gum,
obscured by its wash of squid squirtings,
pajama sauce, and the blue honey manufactured by moths.
Is night a mask, or is day merely night’s prim disguise?”
– Tom Robbins,
Half Asleep in Frog Pajamas 

Werewolves of London
by the late Warren Zevon
 
I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain.
He was looking for the place called Lee Ho Fook's.
Going to get a big dish of beef chow mein.
Aooooooooo  Werewolves of London  Aooooooooo

If you hear him howling around your kitchen door,
Better not let him in.
Little old lady got mutilated late last night,
Werewolves of London again.
Aooooooooo  Werewolves of London  Aooooooooo

He's the hairy-handed gent who ran amuck in Kent.
Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair.
You better stay away from him,
He'll rip your lungs out, Jim.
I'd like to meet his tailor.
Aooooooooo  Werewolves of London  Aooooooooo

Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen,
Doing the werewolves of London.
I saw Lon Chaney, Jr. walking with the Queen,
Doing the werewolves of London.
I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's.
His hair was perfect.
Aooooooooo Werewolves of London  Aooooooooo

Draw blood. Aooooooooo