Downtown Poem by Jon Edward Walker

It will be a small flat,
inexpensive
with a decent view
of downtown
buried in rain,
cloud and people
I will work at a restaurant,
and ride my black bicycle there
and everywhere.
In my wallet I will possess a bus pass
I diligently renew monthly.
Girls will come into my life
and leave,
a small television
will sit in the corner
on a desk
and a laptop will live
on my bed,
a futon with a wooden frame,
black mattress and
blue queen sized sheets.
Friends will be made,
pool shot,
yoga exercised,
poetry read
and made.
The rain will come often
but always eventually the sun
will follow.