05-02-2017, 03:42 PM
Faceless doors and
grimy dry windows
loom above
cracked sidewalks
The old corner store
longs for warm bodies
The "L" roars past
like a jackhammer,
Ah, the noise
grimy dry windows
loom above
cracked sidewalks
The old corner store
longs for warm bodies
The "L" roars past
like a jackhammer,
Ah, the noise
Someday the Mystery will be known 