This town has no easy street.

Its not about luck or the draw in favor.

Fast shoes keep them moving on

sidewalks, all looking the same.

Red lights give pause to the race

and the prize that fails to praise.


The occasional flowers and the

best of struggling trees survive in

silence in empty lots.


Headstones of history crowd the

streets in tan trench coats

and shiny black shoes


Men with hats and ladies with

gloves sing songs we once knew

as kids under a half moon day

as I wait for a bus downtown.



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s