Wind And Rain

 

Shivering vendors

Setting up in the wind

And the clouds and the rain,

On the street -

On July 1, 2011,

A July first that

Feels like winter,

At best a miserable

Autumn day,

A tough old bastard

Sits outside at a table -

With his coffee,

Mumbling his thoughts

Out loud,

I’m half as old

As this fucking country,

Does that make me ancient

Or the country a baby,

Shit, it probably

Doesn’t mean

Anything at all,

Who in the hell

Would come out to

Buy stuff from crazy

Assholes trying to peddle

Things from leaky tents

In the wind and rain.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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