Starving Artist
Crouched in an alley
Cold unwelcoming cobblestone
Raindrops keep him half awake
Stayed up all night sipping coffee
Finishing touches to canvass of
Bluebird skies and sailing ships
Those holding umbrellas pass by
Look - and move on through
November's leaded skies...
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