Somewhere in Chicago

an orange electric light
shines subduing on his 
black suit
blending in with the
panther of night
his pockets were empty
his breath formed in shapen clouds
refreshing, calm
only cops and taxis passed
reflecting the harsh glow

a few feet over
the moon beats on the sidewalk
only the working class sleeps
those who are day lovers
seize the night

each cop that passes
shines its useless white
on him
eventually one stops
he joins them
without a fight