The Poetry of
Michael G. Khmelnitsky

somehow the air tonight is
different but no one notices
i go into a cinema for two hours
and the world is still out and about
guys playing african drums
guys sitting on the street
guys trying to get into a club
guys trying to get a quarter
or a buck
i don't know what changed
it can't be good
but it's good to know that
by the time i find out
i will change
too