finally! something nice!

a kid with a drum
a drunk leaving vender, paper bag in fist
with the sun setting on
a copper looking away
from the street girl in love with
her romance of the future
as he ducks down an alley, the wine is tipped back
washing the vocals of the midnight choirs only singer, who's listening to a rythem
growing fainter, as if tossled by a child, hurrying home,
his idle drum banging against his leg as he runs.