On the Corner

You want to write like Ginsberg
and you're white but you're not gay
How hard is it to understand
you've got nothing much to say.

Howling into darkness
looks so cool when it's on TV
but it isn't all that sexy
when you're down here on the street.

If there's romance on the corner,
pimps and hookers work their trade
It's nothing that I'm seeing.
And I look there every day.

And so on the endless shouting
flaming pitchforks and sagging jowls
these dandies are so delightful
when they pretend their whimpers howl.