TIRED MAN TURNS UP HIS COLLAR
LOOKS OUT ONTO THE LONELY ROAD
WATCHES THE NEON REFLECTION DANCE IN THE RAIN
AN H2O SYMPHONY FROM HEAVEN ONTO HELL.
RUSTY AND OLD
A BUS SPEEDS PAST
GERIATRIC RAISES HIS STICK AND YELLS EMPTY THREATS AT THE SOON GONE DRIVER
LOOKING RUSTIER AND OLDER THAN THE VEHICLE EVER COULD.
TIRED MAN TRIES TO LIGHT A CIGARETTE
HUNCHED INTO A DOORWAY
HAND OVER THE LUCKY STRIKE TO CHASE THE WIND AWAY.
NO GOOD
HE TOSSES IT INTO THE AIR
SPITS WITH DISTAIN WHERE IT LANDS AT HIS FEET
SWEARS QUIETLY UNDER HIS BREATH
CURSING, CURSING.
CHECKS HIS WATCH
IT’S TOO EARLY TO SLEEP BUT TOO LATE TO START AGAIN
A FINAL SIGH AND HE WALKS INTO THE PATH OF A SPEEDING CAR.
METAL AGAINST SKIN
A MAUDLIN MELDING OF MAN AND MACHINE.
A FINAL LOOK UP
A FINAL BREATHE
AND THE NEON TURNS TO SEPIA
AND THE CLOCKS FINALLY STOP.

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