It's so quiet, I can hear my cigarette burning. (place)

Standing on the platform waiting for

the last train

The 2 am Southbound is still a mile away and

I'm the only one waiting on it.

A few blocks East

someone is closing down a bar

Above my head,  several pigeons are sleeping

under the eaves

The end of my dart burns amber, then black

until finally

grey ash

drops to my feet,

without a sound  

^{thank you to haqiqat for the title/inspiration}