Somber café
sipping sour coffee every night
a spliff or two. cortex ticking.

BIG, heavy tit catches fetch of
nocturnal gleam. downtown luster.

Old couple suckles goulash
biting, gnawing bits of flesh. snow's pounding facades.

I do loose myself in this venue every now and then,
scan the room and scan the street.
gazing through the tinder window
piercing bitter winter . . .