A Song for Texas

Dallas wakes to grey like a cat from deep sleep

Life flickers, there are already sirens

Puddles from last night’s storm decorate the road

Scattered trees struggle, futile and desperate

Their loosing battle to bring life to streets

Morning birds shriek, dogs cry in their backyard

The bus is late, more bars trace shop windows

A mother shouts at her phone, the breaks scream

Two new homeless men for each street corner

Five minutes late, platform nine, phone on low

My coffee has gone cold, I’m late for sure

Someone’s dead on the train, guess I’ll walk