Chicken Man

3 or 4 nights a week
In the spotlight of Clarissa Ave at Dracena Drive
An eerie shadow from a block away
Staring up & across the street
Eating chicken from a box
A young man
As industrious as his father in his eyes
Someone who’s rolled with the angels & demons of his times

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