what’s this yelling…
down the alleyway…
loud…
two voices…
cursing each other…
they won’t stop…
and here I sit…
watching…
a deal gone bad…
neither’s backing down…
cop cars cruise by…
too cold to bother with…
it’s cloudy…
no Sun…
these two are still yelling…
threats are made…
here come the cops again…
these negotiations are delicate…
no-body move…
they split in opposite directions…
sirens go-off…
I lose track of all this…
too much pressure…
maybe next time there’ll be a conclusion…
dmseay 