and the people on the outside.
The story of the old drunk who died the previous night
and once sat in that very seat.
His daughters since removed and far away.
The peace and calm of loneliness broken by stories of woe.
The workers busting up the street,
working for families they cant stand to be around.
Business men pushing past,
School girls giggling
and young men erect.
The sun is shining,
I am alive
and the kitten thinks of nothing but murder all day.