I was working a bum job
for the city
which meant cheap
apartments and
drinking from the
bottle or in
reverse
and every swollen morning
the man with the rickety
trolley would wave
from his alley and say
You’re gonna see it soon
and I’d smile or if
I was still drunk
light a smoke
and then one morning
just as he said it
for the thousandth or so
time
a little momma ran out
from some poor broken home
and happily lifted her skirt
and aimed herself at me
giggling like a child
I laughed then turned
to the man with
all the stories
and by god
he was laughing
too.