Down town

Rough light

Streets are quiet

Snow might fall if it does

Don’t know where I’ll sleep tonight

In sad bodega thatched roof hut

In city park in church-fed hands

In charioteering masons inn

in old folks home in bathroom gin

The branching vista awkwardly shifts

Its sights on more foreign shores

Hoping to discover if Zeigeist is in

The winds of soul

Eros of culture and the all around spirit

of this