A Typical Day on Capitol Hill
A typical day
on Capitol Hill.
A visit to Dick’s for
a greasy, cheesy burger.
I scare the pigeons
making my way back
to the car.
They want my fries,
but I don’t share.
Not with the
likes of you.
A few blocks down the cops
harass my indigent
indian friend.
Stoic and silent,
just as his daddy taught,
he sits.
His mind revealed
in a stare.
I saw Ric Ocasek cross the road,
and almost asked if this was a photo op.
It was indeed a typical day on Capitol Hill.
