one man band
he sits on the stoop
outside of my office
at least once a week
done with work for the day
done haggling with america
for food and shelter
he sits on the stone stoop
for at an hour or two
drinking tall boys
and singing along to the latin music
he’s blasting sounds into the cacophony
of car horns and ambulance sirens
along fort hamilton parkway
while, inside, i rage against him
slamming windows and screaming
begging for him to stop
a small petty man
wearing himself out
an enraged idiot stuck in his prison
tone deaf
crooning the same sad song
while outside he sings
like a freed bird
a one-man band
on his own world’s stage
with a captive audience
of me.
12.09.22
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