A Home Without Housing

I was watching a humble man Roll down hid window. He pulls back his seat in recline. A sigh escapes just past his teeth In an attempt to turn my head. I reluctantly look his way As he slowly drops his Ebony flip flops free from The fast paced car with it's Weathered glass windows. We shared a sharp studying stare As a fat dimpled spider crawls Aimlessly across the dashboard. We mindlessly breathe in the 5:am air As we continue on down the road with no stoplights, Leaving his tired soles behind, Waiting for a California sun deterioration.