soup line

A Poem by Enrico

i eat at the local community soup line and its a very interesting place at times.

Broken english
coffee breath spoken
cigerettes in the cold smoking
politics discussed by
those that slip through
a million stories in the city
no one wants to listen
who has the ear?
ear to listen to these stories
we sit together and eat
soup line strangers
brothers in brokeness
people are people
discussions get heated
another smoke to relax
strangers become friends
friends become strangers
kids and youth run wild as
their parents conversate
slurred words and booze breathe
the homeless and layed off
unite to eat
unite to talk
unite to smoke cigerettes and drink coffee
you want to know the time just get in line