Downtown In the Summer

A summer's evening stroll in the downtown. Tiny flying bugs maneuver in the wind. A hobo with one hand strums a guitar, his traumas grate against the air as his style -the blues- echoes from his instrument. Older ladies rush home their purses clutched tight to their sides. Knowing the approach of wicked darkness is near, and the welfare recipients who wander the streets perhaps need extra cash. Druggies begin to appear. Their morning, and day -hours in which to score a hit- is others sleeping time. This is the downtown. When the summer evening winds down.