the tow trucks were busy.
one after another, they lined up
attaching chains to the cars still settled
in for the night, their owners no doubt
in ignorant bliss, sipping their morning lattes.
this is the big city, boys,
where streets get cleaned and cars get towed,
where city coffers fill with fines and the slick fingers
of tow truck drivers thumb through bills,
easily gained first thing in the morning.
and me, I admire the streaks of clean streets
from my front porch.