(no subject)
Young man stands beneath streetlamp glow
Under skies at midnight clock
Nothing in his pockets but tobacco dust
And outside them drifts crystal snow
Under his breath an icy mutter shudders
Body cold as the glow of incandescence
Reflecting off the dusty snow
Drifting from skies that rock
In the wind that sways the street lamp
Tobacco smoke from a briar pipe
Glows in his nostrils flares them wide
As the midnight skies that open
As tobacco dust falls from desperate pockets
Snow drifts from desperate skies
Glowing rosy incandescent clouds
His nostrils flare inhaling snow
Across the street a saxophone blows
Drifting wails
Brings frozen tears to glow
On incandescent cheeks
Pulling up socks he pulls a harmonica
From boots as desperate as his breath
And pulls a sound that mates with the saxophone
And drifts under incadescent street lamps
Toward a man with a briar pipe
Standing under incandescent glare
Who shudders at the young man’s stare
As he wails for one of the taxis
Drifting by in incandescent snow
Under skies at midnight clock
Nothing in his pockets but tobacco dust
And outside them drifts crystal snow
Under his breath an icy mutter shudders
Body cold as the glow of incandescence
Reflecting off the dusty snow
Drifting from skies that rock
In the wind that sways the street lamp
Tobacco smoke from a briar pipe
Glows in his nostrils flares them wide
As the midnight skies that open
As tobacco dust falls from desperate pockets
Snow drifts from desperate skies
Glowing rosy incandescent clouds
His nostrils flare inhaling snow
Across the street a saxophone blows
Drifting wails
Brings frozen tears to glow
On incandescent cheeks
Pulling up socks he pulls a harmonica
From boots as desperate as his breath
And pulls a sound that mates with the saxophone
And drifts under incadescent street lamps
Toward a man with a briar pipe
Standing under incandescent glare
Who shudders at the young man’s stare
As he wails for one of the taxis
Drifting by in incandescent snow