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  Tenderloin Hotel Poem

 A. D. Winans



these old men grey on grey
sitting perched like tiny birds
on a telephone pole wire
purple veins and blue lips
staring out from dust stained windows
with wrinkled skin and bald heads
like skeletons courting the dead
vacant eyes moving
like scavengers making their
early morning rounds
on the way to the junk yard







A. D. Winans is a native San Francisco poet and graduate of San Francisco State University. A member of PEN, his work has appeared in hundreds of literary magazines and anthologies, and been translated into eight languages.  He is the author of 43 books and chapbooks of poetry and prose.  His latest book DREAMS THAT WON'T LET ME ALONE is available from Bottle of Smoke Press: www.bospress.net.









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