Falling Rain

rain falling

sitting outside the

train station

cars passing – splattering mud

on my torn, dirty clothes

arm stretched

begging for a coin

musician playing guitar beside

still wearing polaroid sun-glasses

shaggy beard, white hair

blue jacket – drenched

faded jeans and hole infested shoes

old Muddy Waters’ hits

prostitute hunting for game

left boob hanging outside

right boob deflated from breast cancer

wearing a cap to hide the bruises

last night’s customer left on her face

when she couldn’t react to his words -

“Now, let me watch you shit.”

dogs barking

cats meowing

rats scuttering

ants crawling

maggots feasting on

bird carcass

people hurrying to find shelter

herds flocking to prevent the acrid rain

from destorying their porcelain skin

biker gang roars its engines

and lights up the humdrum evening

with flares and guns and steel-pipes

all this while

I look at the December rain

waiting for it to color my sins in

Sepia.