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