Don't Make a Scene

stepped off the train
swept into an april rain
sickly exhaust fume
sticky honeysuckle bloom

tattoo on concrete
milieu of the street
content to be alone
in the convent of the unknown

don't make a scene

deserted bride
has flirted with pride
too forlorn to blush
in the stillborn dawn hush

grafitti on skin
it's her back-alley sin
strings of dreamy haikus
cling to steamy sinews

don't make a scene