A street lamp
Illuminates
An inhospitable bench,
Where lies a vagabond
In dirt encrusted clothes
Eyes drowning in the depths of sleep,

Beneath the stars
Beneath a blanket of newspapers
Strummed by the breeze
From a passing ambulance,
Sirens blare and swirling lights of blue
Flash, piercing the darkness,

Shadows surf across windows and walls
On dark trees against the dusk
Arousing the sporadic bark from distant dogs,
Passed, by dispassionate hearts in passing cars
A vagabond wakes with flinching eyes
Drench by streaming beads of heavy rain,

Distress arms gesture in despair
While raindrops dance on concrete pavements,
Languishes in a drunken haze
Blasphemous lips speak unheard
By those in tall towers of stone
Drift through sweet dreams,

And dry lips, drink a bottle lovingly stroked
On a bed of wet cardboard,
Holding the wine in a drowsy embrace
Forlorn weary eyes
Close out the sprinkling raindrops
And sleep.