The shop doors open
And the signs are turned,
Every person, ready
to strike a deal.
Market street, dressed in wares of others' vision's
Flowers, dresses, hats, grocers goods.
Florists, tailors, hatters, farmers foods.
The sidewalks weigh with the steps of the citizens.
Shoes, barefeet, heels, bartyrs boots.
Sheltered, homeless, privileged, dealing dukes.
The stones of Market Street
Wears a wet coat of opportunities
Evening sets the sun and
The lamps light takes the places of people.
The true sight of Market Street shows its face.
Tired, nothing less.
Fallen leaves, chipped paint, rusted chains, crumbled concrete.
Trees, building walls, shop signs, sorry sidewalks.
Market Street is cold only with naked streets
And time to prep
Tomorrow is one more day for the peoples joys and busy needs.
Is another moment of toil and tiring toll
On Market Street.