Before the business day
begins,
history requires,
hosing yesterday's misery
off the sidewalk.
So the smart ones
sleep up the alley
where the cleaners
seldom sweep.
On the flattened
cardboard boxes
the burgers shipped in.
Under blankets
from Goodwill.
Ignored by the pigeons
picking out the scraps
the rats missed,
between the bottles
and last night's syringes,
they stir.
McDonald's doors
will open soon
serving pancakes, eggs
and sausages til noon.
And the well dressed might have
a dollar nineteen's
worth of mercy in the morning
when they share a touch of hunger
for a Sausage Biscuit or McMuffin.
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