i am home…

and classical music plays…
piano…cello…violin…
walking past Asian groceries…Mexicans…
i keep walking…

bus heading to Chicago…
another enroute to Cincinnati…
strip bars…taverns…an old record shop…
i keep walking…

people outside hotels smoking…
bankers fly-by…cups of coffee in hand…
lawyers on cellphones…salesmen text…
i keep walking…

egg sandwiches…
onions fill the air…
beggars begging…
i keep walking…

old beat-up taxies…
green turns to red…
church bells sound…
i keep walking…

a bronze General…
empty fountains…
junkies curled-up in concrete corners…
crazies talking and mocking…

i am home…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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