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.
