Photograph: ©Copyright 2006 by John Ward Leighton
CONCRETE PILLOW
So, you've got the blues
tits up on the sidewalk
out side an all night porno shop.
The customers step over your
body in search of a life.
What chances to one would
see me in your place?
There is a twisted grin on your grubby face
are you having a sweet dream
or only a drug induced hallucination?
I should check you for a pulse
but do I want to spend my day on your problems?
Your chest moves so you are breathing
I'll leave you here
covered with the blanket
of indifference
cozy
on your
concrete pillow.