|Charing Cross Road, 1937 by Wolfgang Suschitzky|
This photo really reminded me of the bleak, rainy winter we are having. Of the lonesome black and white colored boredom that almost always shows up during these desolate, short days.
The wind is alive tonight,
I hear it hum a gentle tune
Between the roughneck blare
Of west-highway big rigs and
The quiet whimpering of
Steadily-dying front-yard hedges.
The moon is waving between the
Stiff-backed edges of frosty clouds,
He tilts against the stars,
A one-toed tap dance.
Everything is alive tonight,
Brick of my apartment undulating
Like a labored chest-throb,
Spinning in the circular breeze
Of this one-horsed town
Where singles roll toward cheap bars
For lukewarm beer like tumbleweeds.
Written for a photo prompt at Magpie Tales.