We wore torn jeans
& the holiest of shirts,
our footwear hung loosely
on our swollen feet
as we hung out on the sidewalks
humming simple tunes
to the beat of our own drums.
The people out in the streets
could not read our bright tattoos
or even understand
our far-out hairdos,
but in the scheme of things,
like that really mattered,
we'll never see any
of their faces again.