Drizzle,
thin mist,
gave a gloomy look
into the city.
There was not much to see.
Trash-can philosophy,
dazzling cars,
famous drunkards
in forgotten bars,
shaggy beggars
in rags,
hungry street dogs
chewing scattered refuse
from a round-the-corner
hot-dog stand,
classy French restaurants
filled with sitting brains
thawing slowly
in their oyster sauce delight.
Rain,
washing dirt into the gutter,
where the homeless survive,
where the foulest of smells
dwells;
smell of humanity.