Poring over a nothing morning
loitering in the rain,
Puffing stale smokes
and drinking cold joe
From which he can’t abstain.
A falling sun among the clouds
Long shadows hides his disease,
Black and white and gray his thoughts
as he crouches to his knees.
Casual glances among many shoes
Clap-scuffing splashes the rain,
Looking up he tries,
instead he cries
Never understanding others’ disdain.
(originally written Aug 2011)