Limping along the dusty road

Shivering beneath the cold night sky

Frankie wandered about the dark

Searching for a bite to buy

 

Hours ago he fell for a nap

Broken by the weight of the day

“Two hours and no more”

He closed his eyes but midnight clocked

 

The blaring of music from room next door

The screeching of a child denied whatever

Pierced through his body and woke him

But none more than the riot in the belly

 

And now he limped back to his abode

Bearing buns and scratch phone cards

In the lonely scary night he says

“I shall write about this if I live”

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