The sound of wind blowing through the downtown
Buildings.
Rattling the loose metal and glass.
Blow on the lone person sitting on the boulevard
Watching the transit buses drive by with there
Not in service signs on.
You can hear everything when no one is around.
In the distance the sound of a car racing to beat a light.
The screeching of the tires Roar in terror.
Then silence comes again.
There is no smell of fuel drowning the air.
Only the dust and loose papers flying around.
The modern day tumble weeds like the old west.
It is a ghost town at 4 AM.
Everyone is sleeping.
Everyone is warm in there beds.
And the lone person sit and waits for there ride
As the morning comes and the downtown world
Erupts with life again.
The silence is there but waits for the night to come out.
Mar 29/12
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