Shinbone Alley / Hard to Exist

Moonlight through the chicken wire, humming window pane
 Lukewarm water gasping down a rusty drain
 Big town's in need of mending, street lights make tooth some seams
 Denim shadows shuffle in between the beams
 Different strokes for different folks so
 Mind your manner and easy on the ethnic jokes
 It's a dumbbell curve, you're trying to tally
 All the way down to shin bone alley
 Streets are metacarpal and flesh of asphalt calm
 Buildings rise like fingers from a concrete palm
 Yellow lit apartment trickle through the drapes
 Windows frame each history hidden even from the fire escapes
 Sullen winter sparrow lends wing to expanse of grey
 Six-thirty-two in the morning on Thanksgiving day and the bums
 They hit their corners, the thunder bird rubs their bones and the crack
 Addicts stare at the snowflakes zigzagging down to greet Jones
 Different strokes for different folks so
 Seven-thirty-two on the same day, your bare feet on the parquet
 And the light so papery white shining past the microwave
 Knuckles to eyeballs and elbows on the table
 Spend the day gazing from the window gable