Cool, Dark City Morning

Cool, Dark City Morning

Cool, dark city morning

3 A.M.

Steeped in fog and salt

Stealing from a still waterfront

Distant street sweeper sounds and

Quiet conversations

Softer than the sharp stench of

Urine-soaked blankets

Echo from asphalt

Concrete and

Hard lives and beds made in doorways

Of doors opened to misfortune

Left behind by circumstances

And taxis hailed in

The cool, dark city morning

At 3 A.M.