Coley's, South Sixth Street

I don't think I've captured it yet.  There is something to Coley's...the slightly arcing, lighted sign with its wavelike form and its sense of direction.  Impelling casual passersby to follow its vector and continue southward up Sixth street, then to cross the dark chasm of the alley and onward past the bike shop.  There is something there in the skeletal form of the lights, and the sudden drop into a dark alleyway, and the dark street beneath absorbing the stray light pooled on the sidewalk.  I've stood here on half a dozen nights and tried to capture and render this scene in the appropriate way...but I still don't think I'm there yet.  This is Coley's on a warm spring evening.