Grey
As rain falls lightly on the pavement,
Birds are chattering at one another
Like so many lonely-housewife neighbors.
I left the Kool-aid inside.
Take the last drag of my cigarette and
Stub it out to nothing in the ashtray.
Cars going too fast, slipping on the wet street
That one's gone by three times now.
Here comes the heroin girl again
Walking home
Or to her fix,
Evil purple footprints wandering up her arm.
Cops screaming by
On their way to who knows what;
Trouble at the liquor store,
Or maybe somebody got killed-again.
Light another cigarette,
The rain has stopped.
The birds fly away.
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