Friday, January 15, 2016
Home. Sup. Telly. Bed.
Rolling friction sent me to the corner man
29th and Illinois, he always held his can
Sad cliche that thing, he shook for any coin
Called something out. Who could hear above the noise?
Cartoon shadow, star burnt the concrete wall,
Silhouette man, you had no eyes at all
Shook your shadow can up to the passing cars
Silhouette so thin. Wondered who you are.
Sign still red, so I... Do you drink instead of sup?
Silhouette man, you know, we all need a crutch
Probably a vet, I guessed, come back from war
29th and Illinois and still fighting desert storms?
Signs, they change so I...took a sharp turn right
Onto the busy road that led me to night
Silhouette men can't be seen without the light
Rolling friction sends me out of sight.