City Boy Blues

musty clothes strewn about a dusty room full of hot black bodies in dirty underwear exhausted from a day of surviving the sound of late night traffic filters in through the rusty screens in the broken windows periodically interrupted by the rebel yell of lost teens and homeless men my descriptions are painfully inadequate even though i have been there painfully inadequate even though i have lived there gnarled fingers rolling top papers into poor mans cigarettes the porch creaks when you walk across it's peeling planks notifying occupants of intruders poor mans alarm i want to move but it follows me from one hole to another with it's smells of degradation and it's hopes of redemption