Kevin Cole

Hidden Homeless

Sitting hidden
Near the cyclone fence
Next to the padlocked shed
Under the elevated train
Dripping runoff
Rail towers rust coated
In iron barnacles

Stunned watching
The numb motorcade
Endless passing rain cars
Light changes
In city repetition
Neon green
Danger yellow
Deadstop red

There was a last job
Dishwasher in a closed diner
White shirt rolled sleeves
The smell of food eternal

Now there’s sitting hidden
Near the cyclone fence

{Poem by Kevin Cole}