Jackie Soul

Early morning
Just past the midnight
I climbed the old tree
And listened to some birds
That do not sleep
Hooting and tooting about
Maybe the same crap we all
Vomit every day but
I am not one who knows
Birdie language

So there I perch in tree on branch
Watching the moon
Then later on my street corner
For no such reason
The crackle and fizz of power lines
No cars around

Headlights way up street
Green light yellow to red
Then green once more again and again
It never stops

Construction workers of night
Working on road
Moving gravel and making a ruckus
Heavy sheet metal pieces
Dogs holler at the noise
And I stand still
Then soon am home