trepidation

16th Street Viaduct

Snake arrive on a Monday Morning--
and the wrath of the watchdog in mid-afternoon...
At dusk we sit in a circle smoking
we talk about life
(or is it talk about nothing?)
Jack turns to me, tries to hand me a tape but
already knows that nobody wants it
he's tried to give it away a hundred times
--still can't make himself throw it away

Everett laughs but with trepidation
Dave looks at me like he isn't the same man
Angie and I feel the presence of angels
We're all together
but none of us knows it

Cold prods us on right around sunrise
Walking in twos to avoid watchful eyes
Every car is a cop
every truck is a warning…
A new day that brings us neither rhyme nor purpose,
Only the irregular rhythm of the streets…