A Kid’s Street Diary

Every raindrop hits me
In Winter night, my skin reads the newspaper
and I awake educated to the street
The cold colds

The robot beckons me to beg a coin
Dressing in my unhappy face
(they don’t know that the unhappiest shows nothing),
I jostle with the Coca-Cola Man to get my tax relief

Later, I’ve got my bread and single cigarette
and I’m playing hide-and-hide with the older boys
Thank God, they don’t see the angel in my pocket
so soon I’m sniffing her all the way to Heaven

Sure, I’ve got no shoes and sometimes shiver
but I know that the only difference
between me and that man in the shiny car
is that he’s always in Heaven.