Silver winter night

Of glittering snow

Chips of diamond

Fluttering around

His crumpled frame

Wrapped in scarves

And his own sorrow

He waits for something

Life, death, a miracle

More than a boy

Less than a man

His life is on hold

In a halo of light

Cast by the wan

Yellow streetlamp

He watches the

Heavens cry cold tears

At long last he stands

And walks a small while

And steps in from the cold

Tiny club filled with

Smooth warm notes

From the saxophones

And the murmur

Of quiet voices

From they who

Lived each day

The more-than-a-boy

Less-than-a-man stood

And listened

Warmed in the haze

Of smoke and music

He listened

The golden notes

Swimming gently

On the air

No more cold

He thought

No more pain

And now it is time

He bowed his head

And said a prayer

And the more-than-a-boy

Less-than-a-man

Smiled and walked

Out the door