The cars go past red , white and blue
The exhausts fumes filling my lungs and making me cough
as I traverse another alleyway, driveway, underground car park
Someone leaves a seat empty and I go and sit down and a drink is brought out for me
where I sit rolling a cigarette as the world goes by slowly.
Rolled up newspapers and designer shades no nothing for me.
Nursery Rhymes and poltergeists tell me to leave
and I wander off down the street.
Alone
Material things get the better of us 