Skip to content

Forecast

Forecast

Friday night

two-lane street

dot of lights

strung neath a sliver

window watch

fist of coins drop

in the slot

almost hear

the whirl

of the dryer

and there’s frost tonight

snow sometime

morrow

grab a buggy

hope the wheels

don’t stick

cross it off the list

and there’s a guy on the corner

of high traffic

and he’s mopping the floor

old school

as a young gun

pushes through double doors

hauling boxes of juice down the aisle

and he calls out to the guy with the mop

“Hey, Mr. Wire. How ya doing tonight.”

and he says, “Good.”

back and forth

and it’s gonna be a long night

from the look of things  

steady stream

in and out

and old Mr. Wire

he’s got nowhere

to go

but back and forth

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery