The homeless kid in front of the pub
Had two rotting front teeth
And worn down trainers- converse all-stars.
There was an Aussie couple at the bar,
In their forties, drinking white wine.
We talked about vegemite, but I still don’t get it.
This city is lonely tonight—
The air so cold it’s sharp
In warm, wet nostrils.
This city is hopeless tonight—
And I’ll curl up and listen
To Mahler No. 5,
And fall asleep and dream
Dark dreams again.
No comments:
Post a Comment