Broken terminals hold a camp of souls
drowning in a flood of morning coffee,
staring coldly at week-old newspapers.


Cigarette butts spill on reeking trashbins.
A railroad runs across the deadbeat town
as shades of blue fill and empty the seats.


Sad eyes wander on broken suburbans-
a grayscale panorama of faint smiles.
The sunrise, a lifetime away from here.