Sunrise Along The Danforth Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

Sunrise along the Danforth
comes like a night-breaker
waning evening hustle and bustle
and reconnoitering sounds
of laughter and music
where diners squander their night life
and ignore taxi drivers and transit buses
as they filter through avenues
in their intent destination
and now grey clouds make polka dots
on the blue sky dome
and emblazoned light scorch
the morning air
before the sun goes into full glory
lamp-lights seem to tease the sun
just before their show is over
and streets look empty and innocent
like an open pulpit
where prayers in silence
are only for the guilty
on the Danforth
and sunrise is filtering light
like raindrops in specific places.