The leaves rustle <br />A windswept autumn melody, <br />I walk alone the urban streets <br />Of beautiful sadness; <br />The grey sky is dangling <br />The threat of a slow, lonely rain. <br /> <br />I follow a blowing newspaper <br />To a cold corner bus stop <br />And gaze at a secretary or a waitress <br />Making her way home. <br /> <br />If I’m still walking at midnight, <br />There will be rats and raccoons to greet <br />In some alley of despair, <br />And there is always a stray thought <br />Trying to remember the last person I loved.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-secretary-or-a-waitress/
