stoplights

 

yellow
red
there's a man
at the intersection

he's soiled clothes
and a duct-taped pack
he's a cup of soda
and an overturned bucket
(his chair, i think)
he's a wedding band
and a thirsty mixed lab

and he's a sign

a sign with words
i don't read
because they all read
the same

they say i'm cold, man
and hot, too
lost the wife to that suit
with the jaguar
lost the house to the bank

they say i'm busted, jack
flat out
pissed it all away
on a land deal in tucson

they say i'm hungry, fella
got no means
they gave my job
to some kid from india

they say i'm tired, friend
beaten down
things ain't so great
for soldiers these days

they say i'm hurtin', pal
hurtin' bad
they keep
cuttin' on me, and
cuttin' on me, and
cuttin' on me, but
i'm dry, buddy
i'm dry

i never read the signs
because they all read
the same

they say help me, brother
i'm in the wind

green

green like a doorman's
envy
green as in go now
and be mindful
of his eyes
as you pass

 

yellow

red

there's a man
at the intersection