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
Copyright © Brian Anderson | Year Posted 2009
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