Sunset Into SFO
Bittersweet life lived
Tantalising tapestry
Wanders down
Corrupted streets
Under sweat-breaking sun
Through sweep-scorching
Wind tunnels
He askes for change
Scratches sores on his face
Sounding like that actor
From that movie
On that flight
What to give
But trinkets
Broken particles
Sub-fractions
Of hours of toil?
Toil? “Toil”.
But a smile?
Smile back
Leave instructions
“Have a good night”
And
“Take care”
“God bless you, man”
He brays
Sounding like that actor
From that movie
On that flight
July 2009 Derek Wilson