1. the sun shines
thru bare windows
the room's a baking oven
there are no chairs yet
to sit on, just hard
wood floors and dust
the walls are freshly
white-washed but for
cockroach footprints
i'm not sure if it's
home now but tomorrow
i'll know better
2. the streets outside
are busy with gays
and old gray women
jobs aren't hard to
come by if you
don't mind working
free. there's friendly
help from lonely strangers
but not many parking spaces
and on the hill they
make you sweat and wonder
3. nighttime in the
city, bamboo on the
windows the whitewashed
walls are gathering tracks
of the human kind two
chairs, two beds, two people
and cold beers in the
kitchen. i'm not sure
if it's home now but
tomorrow i'll know better