He Wouldn’t Come Soon Enough

He heard noises throughout the night…cops carryin’ off criminals…an ambulance or two drivin’ through town on their way to St. Joseph’s…fire trucks honkin’ their horns…gunshots down the alleyway…a man and a woman yellin’ at each other next door…voices comin’ through open windows along with a cool summer’s breeze…an open gate clinkin’ to metal…

At 2:30 the train rattled through the city…a horn blastin’ away along with the chug chug chug of the locomotive comin’ to a standstill…then backin’ up on tracks where the screechin’ wheels had already passed…the ding ding ding of the bells tellin’ drivers to stay put…lovers stealin’ kisses on the way home…

And a tomcat strolled under his apartment…lookin’ for a handout…some liver leftover from the night before…a pan of milk provided by Ms. Yablomowitz whose son Denny the dope head was out on the prowl…lookin’ for smack in the early mornin’ hours…keys janglin’ in his front pocket as he whistled an old song ’bout loosin’ a girl time and time again…waitin’ for her return…waitin’…

Another siren sounded off in the distance…cars drivin’ by on Calhoun…soon mass would start at St. Patrick’s…soon….when the sun comes up and the church bells ring…a service in English…one in Spanish…and another in Korean…all waitin’ to see the Lord…waitin’ to see the Lord…

He wouldn’t come soon enough…

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