He's Just One

A New York Street after the rain yellow cabs swishing as they take the bejewelled and bedecked home to suburbia Steam issuing in a hiss from the grid iron drains resonates a silent sound which permeates the damp air The heckler staggers home his words slurred no rhythm or rhyme at all in his life Head down, he turns his frayed collar up against the creeping dankness Neon lights flicker in rainbow reflection a contrast to his monochrome existence and for a moment he hesitates before descending the cracked concrete steps to his one roomed basement apartment.