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It’s a different hustle in the winter

Sunset -

     the little ghetto market,

          westside parkway


     An early start

Set up shop so to speak

               Greet more folks than the mayor


          Trains don’t so much

     echo in the distance,

they are the distance


     Shake hands with

          the shady,  

shape-shifter


               He drew his own tattoos

                    Musta’ been high as hell when he did it

     cause they shake too


“Gotta catch the next one”

     He says, eyes darting

          He ‘Oh wells,’ and leaves his outline behind


*                     *                     *


     Homeless

on the corner

          selling roses for a buck


               Buck shot

     stuck in

          the market door


     They hand a dollar over

cause Christmas eve service

          just let out


Little roses

               wrapped in plastic

                    and sealed with a sticker


                    The market man

          says to try somewhere,

                         anywhere else


          He’s called the cops before

     and for far less than

stray, poorly-aimed bullets in the door










Posted 12/27/16
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