City Sleeps & Sidewalk Sweeps
By Brian Bolding
As the night comes to a close
A lone black man reads his prose
Standing on a stage in an empty bar
Singing to the passing of a car
The whistling winds skirt past
The daylight never lasts
A couple fights 14 stories up
A drunk man kicks a plastic cup
Swooshing and swaying
The dying and the praying
Reverberating down central avenue
A ghost appears without a clue.
956 pm 5.27.17 sat bb.