city life…

fog shrouding the streetlights,

not unlike smoke from a fire in the sky,

one was not to be seen, I don’t here lie.

flashing red lights passing my parked van,

noise from Interstate 95 a short distance away,

trucks, cars going their own way, north or south,

signs advertising this and that,

lit up so bright almost as day,

who really sees them or cares?

waiting for a pick up,

entertainment center empty/quiet,

parking lot same except for a few,

11:30pm in South Philadelphia,

why am I here, should be home,

and comfy in my bed…

waiting on a delivery, most likely won’t come,

been here, done this before,

know the ins & outs,

parked in the city this late,

still noise, always noise,

to think I used to live here,

noise a fact of life,

almost calming, almost sane,

just below the surface,

a rumbling of pain…

                                                (ed)