Broadway at night,
the bums rise from their dusty stoops,
rise from the humble collection of bags
and blankets ,
to ask for change.
If we had had a dollar,
my friend and I,we would give it to you.
Who has a dollar to spare for your
addictions and hunger,
when they can barely afford their own?
This city is rich in loneliness,
in drunken kisses.
We feed off the legs of strippers,
drink in the neon lights.
We empty our pockets for liquor
to help us forget
(maybe forever)
that we are mortal...
And only God keeps us from being the
dark shadows on the sidewalks.
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