Nameless
men come crawling
out of the alleys
through
the dark architecture
of a summer night.
A writer
with his dirty, empty
briefcase,
drags his feet
across the concrete
wallowing in his own failure.
The cheaters
come out to play,
walking swiftly
with their mysterious
charm and sneaky mischief
painted across their faces.
Gamblers
with broken lives
looking for the perfect score,
shuffling down the street,
hands in pockets
clutching their money.
Broken heroes
tripping over cracks
in the sidewalk,
they pass others
only to see
mirrors of themselves.
Lady Luck has spurned them all.
