Airport Boulevard Mobile

Scott ____

I walked along Saturday night

Saw moths hugging heated lamps

Outside a closed tire store.

Saw the rugged path ahead of my feet

That powdered dirt on my grey suede shoes

And slapped bahia blades across my jeans.

Saw palms leaning toward a bank

A scattered pack of rummaging dogs

And noiseless houses trying to hide

From noisy, racy asphalt.

Most drive to see the city and spend.

I walked, and saw what no one sees.

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