A Different Kind of Cold up in here

That’s what the

Older black man said

As we sat together

 

Everything was

Cold, even our

Dreams

 

Another black man

Stood and snored

Sleeping while on his

Feet, walking a tight wire

Of a dream

 

There were others

Who snored and moaned

Waiting on a cold bench

 

It’s a different kind

Of cold up in

Here

 

An old white

Man moaned with

A bad hip

 

The cops beat me,

A 64 year old man,

The man said

 

Were you drinking?
another man asked

 

“I don’t remember”

 

And everybody

Laughed

 

And we sat

In our orange

Uniforms

 

And the air in our

Lungs was cold

 

And there we were

Attempting to warm

Ourselves

 

Man, I just turned

31 years old, a guy

Said while holding a

Bag of chopped carrots

That came with the plastic

Lunch sack

 

Happy birthday, another

Guy answered, now, maybe

You can use those carrots to

Make yourself a carrot

Cake

 

And I looked at

The guy, dressed in

Head to toe orange

Looking like a six foot

Two inch carrot

 

And I sat

On that cold

Bench

 

2 flies

Buzzing over

My head

 

It’s a different

Kind of cold

 

Up in

Here

 

© 2017 Tony Robles

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