saw 4 gutter punks
walkin through queens
as the sun rose slow
all army jackets and dreadlocks
pitbulls walking loosely
besides the morning

in the first warmth of the season
went to Thompkins Square Park
as the light was dying slow
to hear the whispers
of Leftover Crack
across time

there were homeless clutching bottles
and an unconscious clutching a needle
the plaid youth on bicycles
young proffessionals with
small dogs and small children

the park still has an ammonia scent
and somewhere Stza plays
radio friendly music