Streetbeat Poem by Clive Culverhouse

who's counting bridges in shiny town
the air-cutting sirens sound closer today
and newsmen run to compile their shows
around the sidewalk sleepers

trucks reversing shout their intent
to ear-phoned hoodies and baggy jeans
swinging necklaces of vape machines
these eyeless rats they scurry

shop doors suck and spew their prey
where round white gum stains every step
and windows stack like giants high
sit suits above the gutter

seeming bots are running late
while others dawdle killing time
these faceless fillers with coffee cups
and phones to other worlds