I call this interesting intersection home.
Where Hyde Park and Englewood kiss.
Scholars from University of Chicago
quickly pass by on their way to ivory towers.
Sign-holding homeless folks patiently beg for money.
And, now that the weather won't make your ears
freeze and fall off, there are highly motivated musicians
holding down their own corner. With buckets and sticks
they play out their devotion to Possibility. They inspire
drivers stopped at red lights, not only to give cash,
but also to remember their own heart's howl.
One of the downsides of having all your needs met
is that complacency can creep in more easily than a draft.
The dulling effect that comes with having eaten too much...
that's the signature of complacency. Legs kicked up.
Buddha-belly gurgling. Demanding for more. Unable
to appreciate enough. Complacency turns us into infants...
belchy, whiney, stinky. But without the cuteness babies can claim.
Hearing the industrious beats from down the street
remind me to make music with what I've got.