Urban … a poem
by Dave Doc Rogers
© 20090130
Gray and white sidewalks
Trees trapped within islands of dirt
Paper and glass pushed into corners
Grime coats everything
People huddle close
Flitting eyes glance
Hands clutch purses tighter
I walk by
Shuffling feet
A bum looks my way
Imploring eyes plead
I look away
Four hours in fluorescent
The massive herd escapes
Parks, benches, little tables
Coney, mustard, sauerkraut, two
Five hours in fluorescent
The hubbub wanes
Little clicks of keyboards
Lights switch off
Same drunken faces
Stained yellow with cigarettes
Non-talk and bad food
Waves and last nods g’night
Neon flares
Twitching light
Buzzing grows loud then wanes
I walk by
Corrogated hotels of cardboard
The destitute rich for a night
No one sees anyone
They all just walk by
Up the steps
Past one lock
Three flight walk up
Two locks I’m in
City street lights shine
Vacant eyes stare
Inebriated zombies stagger
People walk fast by slow moving cars
Staring out my window
One more butt
One more bottle
Time slips by
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