Old Brick Buildings on a Blue Sunday

There is at least
three types of puke
on the sidewalk
in a one block stretch
and many more
in puddled alleys
where derelicts rest
on a Blue Sunday
in March

Blue Sunday.
You feel it
in the air
with a hint of rain
and soul pain
with uneasy peace
walking downtown
and if you listen
to the old brick
buildings you can
hear the vibrations
of drunken Saturday nights
of years past
just trying to come down.

Against better judgement
you stop in for a drink
just one
maybe two
quitting at eight
and the soul pain
never goes away
and the old brick
buildings have seen it all
and never judge
because you have become
those buildings
if you’ve been here long enough
and you think you
can withstand
anything.